Chapters (53)
- COVER
- Praise for the Novels of J. R. Ward
- BY J. R. WARD
- COVET
- COPYRIGHT
- DEDICATION
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- CONTENTS
- Prologue
- CHAPTER1
- CHAPTER2
- CHAPTER3
- CHAPTER4
- CHAPTER5
- CHAPTER6
- CHAPTER7
- CHAPTER8
- CHAPTER9
- CHAPTER10
- CHAPTER11
- CHAPTER12
- CHAPTER13
- CHAPTER14
- CHAPTER15
- CHAPTER16
- CHAPTER17
- CHAPTER18
- CHAPTER19
- CHAPTER20
- CHAPTER21
- CHAPTER22
- CHAPTER23
- CHAPTER24
- CHAPTER25
- CHAPTER26
- CHAPTER27
- CHAPTER28
- CHAPTER29
- CHAPTER30
- CHAPTER31
- CHAPTER32
- CHAPTER33
- CHAPTER34
- CHAPTER35
- CHAPTER36
- CHAPTER37
- CHAPTER38
- CHAPTER39
- CHAPTER40
- CHAPTER41
- CHAPTER42
- CHAPTER43
- EXCERPT FROM RAPTURE
“But it’s not going to be like that with you.” His eyes drifted around her hair and her face and her bare breasts. “To me…you’re everything I need, all that I want. I can’t describe it. Just when you kiss me, that’s all I’m after—What?”
She smiled as she stroked him slowly. “You make me feel precious.”
“Come up here and let me show you exactly how precious.”
He pulled gently on her arms, but she resisted, not wanting to be diverted. Funny, it felt odd and wonderfully unfamiliar to want to do what she had been on her way to doing.
“Vin, please let me give you this…” Moving her palm up and down, she watched his head fall back and his mouth open and his chest heave. “And I’ll just make sure you don’t finish. How about that.”
Before he could argue, she bent down and used the head of him to part her lips—in a rush, he groaned and his hips shot up, the movement pushing his erection deeper into her mouth. As she sucked him in, his fists balled up the duvet, his arm muscles straining, his pecs and his six-pack going rigid.
He was gorgeous like this, stretched out on the red satin, his big body sexed up to the point of no return….
In this hot, erotic moment, Marie-Terese had him exactly where she wanted him to be.
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“Wait…say what? Vin gave her exactly what?”
Jim glanced across his studio at Adrian and didn’t like the expression on the guy’s face. Fucker seemed a little pale. “A ring,” Jim said. “He gave her an engagement ring. Or at least, he said she left with it when he broke up with her.”
The angel’s puss tightened even more. “What was it made of.”
“It was a diamond.”
“Not the stone. What was the setting made of.”
“I don’t know. Platinum, I’d guess. Vin’s the kind of guy who always goes top-drawer.” As Eddie shook his head and cursed, Jim said, “Right, now is the happy moment when you tell me why the hell you both look like someone pissed in your gas tanks.”
Adrian knocked off the rest of his beer and put the can down on the crappy kitchen table. “You know anything about black magic, my friend?”
Jim shook his head slowly, not at all surprised at the way the conversation was heading. “Why don’t you enlighten me.”