Read NocC 007 - Stephanie Draven - Mythica 6 - The Fever and the Fury - Harlequin 2012-01 for Free Online Page B

touch…I want to watch you.”
    “Mmm,” he said, as if considering it, then shook his head. “Maybe another time. Right now, watching isn’t enough.” He moved over her. The panting and shivering of her body must have seemed like an invitation. “I need to fuck you, Phaedra.”
    His need stole away her resistance and her breath.
    “You like when I say that, don’t you? I’m gonna fuck you,” he whispered, nuzzling her earlobe and positioning himself between her legs. “And you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
    In that moment, she would have let him do anything. Anything at all. Even if it meant her doom. Maybe if she explained to him how high the stakes were, he would let her go. But she needed this even if it was the last experience of her existence.
    And it might be.
    She hadn’t realized how aroused she was until the slide of his cock along her own engorged sex made her quiver. She was wet and slippery for him and desperate for him to do all the things he said he wanted to do to her. She feared that he’d come to his senses, and she stifled little cries lest she somehow break the spell.
    She’d tormented many men of debauchery, rakes who had deflowered young virgins, playboys who collected maidenheads. Even in the throes of his monstrous carnal need, Luke hadn’t been one of those types, so she earnestly hoped that he wouldn’t be plagued by an attack of virtue.
    He was not.
    Hooking one of his arms under her knee, he pushed into her and what began as gentle pressure became an ache between her widespread thighs. The pain of it actually jarred her from her reverie and she turned to him in surprise.
    He caught her by the chin. “No, Phaedra. Look in the mirror. I want you to see it. Watch it happen to you.”
    Unable to look away, she watched the reflection in the mirror. She saw her eyes narrow with panic when he was stopped by her virgin barrier. He hovered over her, seemingly caught in the jaws of agony. How had she caused him torment without intending it? “Phaedra, I have to do it…”
    Then he rammed forward and her lips parted with a gasp of pain. In the mirror, she saw the very instant he took her virginity and the shocking moments after, when the pain faded into deep satisfaction at being filled in a place she’d never known was empty. It was done, and having watched it made it that much more real. He sank his cock into her, inch by slow inch, then he was pumping inside her in a steady rhythm.
    Quite outside of her control, her own hips seemed to circle and meet his thrusts, and he shuddered his approval. “Goddamn, Phaedra,” Luke said, pressing his lips to hers, the sweat on his cheek making her face damp. The scratch of his beard on her chin was some sort of otherworldly sensation. “You feel so good.”
    He was gliding in and out of her, the thickness of his cock tightly gripped by her cunt. She wondered that he could enjoy her limp body beneath him, for she dared not arch up and kiss his throat. Dared not catch his dark curls in her fingers, or stroke the flexing muscles of his back as he worked over her unresisting self. She was grateful when he threaded his fingers through hers, pinning them to the mattress above her head, squeezing her hands, holding her down. As if she might have struggled.
    She ought to have resented that he could use her body like this, that he could enjoy her in this way. But she was enjoying it more than he was, she was certain. She did feel used , and it was sublime. She didn’t need to do anything. She just needed to be, and somehow, Luke was able to find pleasure in her.
    To be an instrument of ecstasy was like a taste of redemption all for herself. It was a miracle.
    “Phaedra,” Luke groaned, twining his fingers with hers, holding her hands down to the bed. She pretended not to hear him because she was afraid he would ask her to move. To touch him. To become something other than the recipient of his fevered kisses and lust. She floated on a glorious