The Soul Collector - By Tamela Quijas Page 0,63

each finger, jolts of fire shooting through the nether regions of her body. She was faintly aware of his hand reaching for her blouse, his repetition of her action executed with shaking fingers.

Slowly, she opened her eyes when he halted in the seductive onslaught performed with his mouth. She stared at him, as he slipped the delicate material aside.

For once, she was pleased with her breasts, watching the flame of desire grow in his shadowed eyes. She whetted her dry lips as he traced the deep valley of her cleavage, dipping slightly before tracing the swollen nipple beneath the gossamer scrap of lace. She shuddered, lost in the want filling her, and surged eagerly into his hand. He cupped the rounded mound, the flesh tightening against his unsteady touch.

“Lucien, please.” She pleaded breathlessly as he caught her eyes with his own, his expression unreadable as her fingertips moved nervously across his leg. Lucien read the unspoken entreaty, and deliberately reclined on the bed.

He held his breath as her quivering fingers unerringly managed the fastenings of his trousers. He arched, focusing on the ceiling of the room. His eyes closed in wonder as the turgid length of his maleness sprung free, proud, full, and craving the silken promise of her body. Lucien swallowed as her hand encircled the pulsating length of velvet. She slid her hand up and over the engorged flesh, eliciting a tortured groan.

“Stop!” He growled with sudden viciousness, stilling the caressing actions. She examined his flushed features as he opened his dilated eyes, her hand tightening on the quivering flesh of his silken staff. His breath shuddered past trembling lips and his lean hips quaked with each pulse throbbing through him.

His groan agonized as she released her hold and Lucien grasped her hand. He brought her fingers to his mouth, pressing a series of feather light kisses on the tip of each one and sending a shuddering tremor of longing through her. Their gazes remained locked as the warmth of his tongue slipped to her palm, circling seductively and performing a liquid trail of suggestive fire against the tender skin. Eva moaned deep in her throat, her heart clamoring loudly in her ears as his strong teeth nipped at the tingling pad.

“I need you.” She managed hotly while he pulled her unresisting figure over his throbbing body. Without uttering a word, he used one hand to release the swollen flesh of her aching breasts from the bit of material holding them bound into place. Swiftly, far quicker than her mind perceived, Lucien unerringly slid the last vestige of clothing from her.

“Then, have me.” Lucien commanded and rolled her to her back. The contact of her flesh beneath him sent rippling waves of want pounding viciously through him. Eva's lids lowered, her dark lashes fluttering as she reached for him, unsteadily pressing her lips to his unresisting mouth.

He hungrily tasted her proffered warmness, adeptly assuming control of the kiss. The tip of his tongue began a languid duel against hers, coaxing and teasing, mimicking the former pressure of her hand as she caressed his maleness. Eva shuddered again, hearing soft moans of acquiescence escape her, as she became a melting mass.

“I don't know….I can't let….” He didn't seem capable of enunciation. Yet again, her name escaped him in a plea, echoing from whatever would have been labeled his soul.

“Allow it, Lucien. For once in your existence,” she paused, searching for the correct words. Smiling seductively, she uttered instructions in the beguiling voice of a mystical enchantress. “Allow yourself to fall, Lucien. For once in four hundred years, let go of the weight of the world and fall.”

“Fall,” he mouthed unsteadily, the unmistakable thudding of his heart apparent beneath her fingertips. He twitched in response to her touch and a surge of powerful want rocked him.

“Allow yourself to fall.”

His lips were inches from her tantalizing mouth, his eyes drifting shut. She was unaware her silken flesh drove him mad, each breath he exhaled catching painfully.

“If I fall,” he appeared awed by the thought, the experience one long forgotten. Lucien's eyes closed, and then opened, attempting to focus on her beloved features. “Where will you be, Evangeline?"

“Here,” she vowed, her heart obvious in the sultry depths of her warm eyes. “I’ll be here.”

“Promise me, Evangeline.” He expressed in his rasping tones, his words hot on her skin. His hand moved to gather her lush form close. The turgid length of his manliness throbbed and pulsated against her, his need obvious with