Chapters (44)
- Praise for Sherrilyn Kenyon:
- About the Author
- Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark-Hunter World Series: (in reading order)
- COPYRIGHT
- Born of Fury
- Dedication
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- EPILOGUE
“Then I wish you luck. Because honestly, I don’t want to die. I would rather spend the rest of my life inside you, and making you smile.”
It was only then she realized he was growing hard again and his eyes were starting to turn red. Blushing, she looked down at him.
He snorted and laughed. “It appears what they say is true.”
“And that is?”
“Once an Andarion has tasted the flesh of another, we’re insatiable.” He dipped his head to gently lave and nuzzle her neck.
“What are you doing, Dancer?”
“They can only kill me once.” He pulled her shirt off, over her head. Then he removed his boots and pants.
Her throat went dry at the sight of him fully naked. But the last thing she wanted was to add another scar or injury to him. “What about the men tracking you?”
His eyes were really glowing red now – even more luminescent than before. He wrapped her hair around his hand then brushed it against his face. “We have Illyse to warn us. And if they dare interrupt me right now, they’ll wish to whatever god they worship that they’d been more considerate.”
Sumi started to protest, but her mind went blank as he entered her again and found the perfect rhythm for her body.
Sumi came awake to the warm, luscious scent of Dancer’s skin under her cheek. Sighing contentedly, she opened her eyes to find herself still cradled in the shelter of his arms. She ran her nail over his nipple, making it pucker instantly as chills spread over his chest.
He sucked his breath in sharply. “Keep doing that, mia, and we’ll never make it to the base.”
She kissed his chest. “What does mia mean again?”
“Little mouse.”
Cocking her head, she pinned him with suspicious glare. “You’re sure that’s not an insult?”
He gave her a playful pout. “Why would I insult you, munatara? You’re one of the bravest females I’ve ever known.”
“You keep sweet-talking me like that, War Hauk, and you might get lucky.”
A slow smile curved his lips before he gave her a gentle kiss. His eyes glowing, he rolled her over, taking care not to put too much weight on her body. The one thing they’d discovered last night was exactly how heavy he really was. He could easily squash her with that heavy Andarion frame. He seriously weighed a ton.
But she didn’t mind it in the least. If she had to die, she could think of no better way to go than in his arms.
She groaned in ecstasy as he entered her again and stared down at her with those glowing, beautiful eyes. “How can you still be this aroused?”
He thrust against her hips in a slow, steady rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through her. “Do you want me to stop?”