The Soul Collector - By Tamela Quijas Page 0,64

every beat of his heart.

“Forever, Lucien.” She assured throatily.

The words were an inaudible caress, and dashed the last semblance of his rigorously controlled thoughts aside. Inflamed to an unspeakable level that only she was capable to sending him, his hand slipped about her waist and ground her suggestively against him.

“My precious angel,” he whispered, trembling with the need he couldn't deny. She set his senses ablaze, every nuance of her tormenting the hungry depths of his starved being. He held her pinned in a possessive embrace, driving all reasonable sense of sanity and convention from her, his hands molding tightly on the tender flesh of her hips. He sighed her name before the firmness of his mouth slanted across hers, stunning her into immobility with the magic in his tender assault, leaving her breathless.

As a slow and yielding groan slipped from her, he released her lips from his mind-debilitating onslaught. She had been the one in control, relishing the power she held over him as she ruthlessly stroked his heated body. The tables turned as he touched her with a gentleness that defied her torrid thoughts.

Lucien's body trembled against her. Tiny flickers of flames consumed him, before shooting through him. Low and throaty growls slipped from his parted lips, while centuries of harnessed restraint rose and crested. Evangeline was his angel, his fire, the woman he had sought for an eternity. He was unable to prevent himself from falling under her silken spell, and he couldn't halt his inflamed response.

His scarred hand journeyed to the aroused swell of her breasts. Her ripe body arched with the contact, pleading for more. The unsteadiness of his fingers was scintillating, and she shuddered.

Evangeline gasped at the pure pleasure burning through her. He surged shamelessly against her, tormented, and aroused. His skin was hot with the soft incandescence of unleashed longing, and his eyes darkened. He shuddered, his body tightening, and the blood roaring in his ears. Issuing a pained groan, he clutched her to him, his finger digging into her tender flesh.

Eva moaned his name at the precise moment the surging length of his manhood filled her eagerly awaiting dampness. He gasped in wonder and his lids drifted shut as the pleasure of her throbbing sheath hungrily enveloped him, threatening to drain every vital fluid.

Her hips rose, unconsciously pulling him further into her aching flesh. Lucien shook with the onslaught, his straining muscle heated with a fire long denied. Eva's luscious form arched again, drawing him deeper, enveloping him in her dewy warmth. A strangled semblance of a laugh escaped him before he pressed unerringly forward. He felt he were seeking her essence and arched upright, grinding the heat of her body against him.

“Please, Lucien.” She pleaded and he eased anew into her throbbing dampness. He clasped her hip in one hand, and drew her more firmly to him. He focused on her sweat-dampened features, and his actions became even more deliberate. This moment had to last for it was the one memory he would hold close to the shattered pieces of his ancient heart.

Eva strained against him, drawing him deeper, rising to meet his steady thrusts. He braced his weight on a single arm, and stared into the glowing essence of her beloved features. Unfulfilled hunger filled her dilated eyes, and the soft exhalations escaping her tight chest he hungrily echoed.

Eva stared up at him with heavy eyes, engrossed with the glorious lines of his beautiful face and sensing the uncertainty that lingered. She lifted her hands to cradle his face, her trembling fingers tracing his jaw before trailing through his hair. Wordless, she pulled him closer, seeking his lips.

Her body palpitated with need, longing for the completion she could only achieve in his embrace. Lucien jerked his head away, preferring to peer into her eyes. She trembled, her hands quivering, her nails digging into his skin.

He continued, each movement a persuasively languorous and teasing dance of enticement. Eva surged against him, following each lethargic glide of his heated flesh. Their gazes locked before he sought the warmth of her lips, teasing her before drawing back.

She clutched at him, her fingers digging deep into his flesh. Her eyes flew wide as she tensed, surging upwards and drawing him deeper into her throbbing flesh. The ripples of satisfaction were intense and penetrating, shooting across her quivering flesh, and tearing the last figment of her breath from her.

A strange flash of color burst from behind her closed lids.

“Look at me, Evangeline.” He commanded hoarsely.

She