Wicked (Eternal Guardians #9) - Elisabeth Naughton Page 0,86

back much longer. Not with the ravenous hunger gathering inside. Not with her standing there, wearing next to nothing, staring into his eyes with those sinful-hot gems, taunting him to reach out and take.

To conquer once and for all.

“Be sure about this, female. I’m everything you can’t control.”

“Oh, I’m sure, dios.” She pressed her palms against his chest and leaned so close her warm breath slid down his neck, sending waves of heat straight into his cock. “I don’t want you restrained in any way. I want to experience every single thing you’ve been holding back. Every naughty, wicked, wild thing. And in case you get out of hand, don’t worry. I know how to scratch and bite.”

“You’ll crawl and beg before I’m finished with you.”

“Mm, yes…” Her hypnotic eyes sparked. “That’s exactly what I want.”

Her palms moved up his chest and around his neck, and her sensuous body pressed against his from chest to hips. Then, in a velvety voice that completely ignited that inferno inside him, she whispered, “But you’ll be the one doing the begging, dios. I’m sure of it.”

Zagreus’s mouth closed over Talisa’s so forcefully, she gasped.

His lips were demanding, bruising, absolutely possessive in a way that both surprised and thrilled her. She opened on instinct, wanting to taste him as she had last night, but the second he dipped inside and his wicked tongue brushed hers, every cell in her body went haywire.

She melted into his touch, to his kiss, to his every want and need. And when he growled and his tongue moved forcefully against hers—invading, directing, mastering—every part of her surrendered.

Sparks raced along her nerve endings. A raging lightning storm she’d never experienced. She was always the one in control when it came to her sexual encounters, but this… The way he dominated her passion with nothing more than his lips and tongue and sultry mouth… It decimated her strength in a way his powers never could.

His hand dropped to her hip. The other grazed her hair, sifted through the locks, then fisted at the back of her head. He plundered her mouth, shifted their bodies around so her spine pressed against the cool wood of the door, then closed in at her front.

Yanking her head back, he lifted his mouth a breath from hers.

A flash of pain echoed through her scalp, but it quickly faded when her eyes focused on his sinfully dark and predatory gaze. She saw lust. She saw hunger. And a thousand different emotions she couldn’t name. But the strongest, the most overpowering, the most volatile was the same wanton, wild, explosive need staring back at her.

“I don’t give, female. I take.” He lowered his mouth to her throat, bared his teeth, and bit down.

Pain ripped through her flesh. She cried out, but as quickly as the pain hit, it was replaced by his tongue racing over the spot, followed by a roaring pleasure searing her nerve endings.

She writhed against his hard body while he suckled at her throat, as he tightened his hold on her hair, as he lifted his lips, moved his mouth a fraction of an inch, then bit down all over again.

The sensations he was building in her were new. Erotic. So intense they seemed to penetrate her veins and sink deep into muscle and bone. Trapped between him and the door, her body quivered, her thighs trembled, and her sex grew so wet and achy, she knew as soon as he touched her there, she’d completely implode.

He lifted his head again, shifted to the other side of her throat, then bit down all over.

Pain… Pleasure… So much fucking heat...

She had no idea what he was doing to her, but she loved it. Was crazy for more.

“Oh yes…” She gripped his biceps at both arms, trying to hold herself upright, unable to do anything but let him have whatever he wanted. Wriggling her hips against his thighs, she searched for friction, for the pressure she desperately needed right between her legs. “Please…”

“Please, what?” He yanked harder on her hair, pulling her head back farther, until the top of her scalp grazed the door.

The movement forced her back to arch and her breasts to press tighter to his muscular chest. She grunted. His mouth moved higher, to the tender flesh behind her ear as he kicked her legs apart, then moved in tight at her front, the hard ridge of his arousal pushing against her belly. And as he breathed hot over her neck, shivers raced