NocC 006 - Olivia Gates - Immortal, Insatiable, Indomitable - Harleqiuin 2012-01

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Authors: Nocturne
than she knew of him. “Do I need to follow you around in disguise to find out your name?”
    Another laugh revved inside his expansive chest, inside hers, too, as he pressed it against her breasts. His breath as his lips closed in on hers was a blend of pure virility and wildness. “You need only ask anything of me, and it’s yours.”
    He accompanied the last word with a hard squeeze of her buttocks. He took full advantage of her gasp, crashing his lips on her wide-open ones. Then his tongue thrust deep.
    She plunged into the taste of him. The flavor of danger and death, but also of power and protection. He’d shrugged off injuries that could have proven fatal last night to defend her. The memory, along with his scent and tang, flooded her bloodstream like a hit of a narcotic, an aphrodisiac. She rode rapids of mindlessness as his tongue filled her, drank her, as his lips and teeth mastered her.
    This was no mere kiss. This was an invasion, a ravaging. And it catapulted her into a frenzy.
    The music escalated, the thud of the beat rising, the bass rocking the place in miniquakes with each strum. But it wasn’t just the music. It was the blood hurtling in her arteries, the heartbeats thundering in her chest, each shuddering through her marrow.
    She pulled at his hair with all her strength. “Your name, dammit. Give it to me.”
    He shuddered as he snapped his head up. “Vidar. Now give it back to me. Moan it. And when I’m riding you, scream it.”
    She moaned it as he commanded, with a sound she’d never produced, wanton and wild. Every inch of her felt as if it would spontaneously combust. She ground herself against him, crazy for the next level of his onslaught.
    He gave it to her, rubbed against her to the escalating rhythm. The abrasion of his hard flesh through her clothes, with that intricate snake locket nestled in his silky chest hair, turned her nipples into pinpoints of agony.
    “Vidar,” she moaned his name again into his lips, the sensuality and distinction of it adding to her aroused distress.
    He obeyed her unspoken demand, yanked up her skirt, cupped her buttocks and opened her core. She keened as she snatched glances to each side where he wasn’t shielding her from view. No one was looking their way in the light-pulsing darkness. Maybe because many where engaged in as licentious behavior. Or maybe because…
    He angled her hips, and through her silk, soaked panties, wrapped her feminine lips around the girth bulging through his leather pants and she stopped caring about everything but what he was doing to her. She was inflamed, teetering on the brink, the tightness in her loins a stroke away from snapping….
    She snatched her mouth away. “Stop…you’ll make me come….”
    He didn’t stop, ground into her, gyrating his hardness against her core. Then it was too late.
    Orgasm ripped through her, the coil of need inside her recoiling as it unwound in lash after lash of release, shock waves that rippled and widened until they drowned her, body and mind.
    The cacophony enveloping them receded. She could hear only his rough encouragements and her sharp cries of release as he raised her and slid her down his body, had her riding his erection through the barriers of clothing, completing her orgasm.
    She finally slumped in his arms, her heart slowing into the sluggish rhythm of satisfaction, all tension dissolved, the warmth of sexual bliss flooding her every nerve.
    The moment she regained a measure of volition, she smacked him. On that chest she’d just finished writhing in ecstasy against. “I told you to stop.”
    He thrust teasingly at her again, eliciting another shuddering aftershock from her body. “And deprive myself of watching you come all over me from just a couple of kisses and grinds? I’m not into self-denial.”
    She smacked him again, harder now, this time digging her fingers into his muscles, tweaking the dark gold hair adorning his burnished beauty. “I want to come all over

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