Read NocC 021 - Jessa Slade - Dark Hunter's Touch - Harlequin 2012-08 for Free Online Page B

lost
beneath the maddening acceleration of his heartbeat. She felt the tidal pull of
his blood, his desire, and still he held himself apart while the whirlpool in
her belly and thighs circled ever closer to the verge. Unwilling to go alone—not
tonight—she pulled herself up with her hands anchored on the bunched muscles in
his shoulders and ducked to bite his nipple. The thud of his heart almost
deafened her, and he gasped out her name as he buried himself in one thrust.
     

Chapter Four
    Vaile froze as all breath left him, as if he had just
fallen off a cliff after a heart-shredding run.
    Oh wait, he had done that. This was
definitely better.
    Imogene gazed at him. He stared back, dazzled. The illusion
that had hidden her wings earlier in the evening had dampened her otherworldly
beauty. Not that she’d been hideous in her human camouflage but since she’d
dropped her disguising veil, the pale glow of her skin and the dark red-gold of
her hair shimmered—untouchable, and yet here, within his grasp.
    She tightened around him in delicious torment. “Now who is
without mercy? Don’t you dare stop.” She set her teeth over his other nipple,
and he shuddered at the cascade of sensation that threatened to… No. How could
she be a threat? So delicate, never mind the heft of her wings and her bold
resistance to those who pursued her.
    She cupped his ass, and the tickle of her wings across his
backside made him jerk again. She smiled up at him with wicked delight. “I said
don’t stop.”
    “Never,” he gritted out.
    She was so hot and close around him, pulling him in with such
ease he decided he had better rethink that threat—if he had the ability to
think, which he didn’t, not with his flesh so perfectly bound within her, the
aphrodisiac scent of her wings an invisible cloud around them until he was
almost dizzy with need.
    A grind of his hips, slow and certain, made her gasp and loosen
her grasp, letting him ease back and into her again as a protest rose on her
lips and deep in his bones. He wanted to be here, wanted to give her what she
wanted, wanted her to feel all of him.
    Again, he eased back and in, setting up a rhythm that she
followed with every clench of her hidden muscles, as powerful as her other
secret strengths. A tease, a promise, a threat…it all swirled in his head,
washing away reality.
    There was magic in the world, and by rights he should be
terrified to realize how it had captured him—how she had captured him with a nip, a tickle, a smile.
    And the lush, swelling feeling she
demanded of him.
    Because, damn, he felt it too. How could he not? No wonder the
others wanted her, why they wouldn’t let her go. They knew, as he now knew, the
passion in her was something to be coveted, stolen if necessary.
    He raised her hips to his, tilting her to reach deeply, fully.
The slick dampness of their coupling glistened where his cock met her smooth
mound, gleaming in the wisp light. Underneath his knees, the bed groaned, and
Imogene echoed it with a moan of her own. The sound quickened his pulse, and he
quickened his rhythm, like they had sprinted together with the hounds of hell
behind them, toward that cliff’s edge.
    This time, he would push them over. This time he would carry
her as she fell.
    He felt her muscles tightening with anticipation, tempting him
to lose control, to forget everything except the lust exploding in his veins,
but he powered through every stroke—deeper, fuller—counting the wisps beyond the
window to stop himself from coming.
    Her breath rattled in sensual pants, singing along his nerves
until he was breathing with her, each thrust moving them closer, closer…
    Despite his best intentions to linger, the force of her climax
seized them both. She jackknifed against him, clasping him tight with arms,
wings, the vibrating flesh inside her that contracted around him with a power
that made his eyes roll back in his head. Helplessly, his body followed her
lead. His cock spasmed