He licked her once. Twice. And she detonated like a Bykov explosive, crying out, her abdomen undulating as she rode the waves. Chuckling again, he enclosed her clit with his mouth, sucking hard and prolonging her ecstasy until she pulled his hair and tried to get away. Disgruntled, he lifted his head. “Are you ever going to let me play?”

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Grace couldn’t breathe. Her chest heaved and her thighs trembled. All from a couple of kisses. “Is your mouth magic, or what?” As reality returned, she realized her precarious position and tried to close her legs. A little.

His massive shoulders prevented the movement. At the realization, hunger shot right to her core, heady and hot.

“Magic, no.” He moved up her again, a huge shadow in the light from the fire. “Hungry, yes. Someday, I’m going to do that all day until I’m satisfied, no matter how many times you orgasm.”

She couldn’t breathe. “Well, okay,” she whispered, grinning even though she was aching for him. In a million years, she never would’ve thought sex with Adare would be fun. Oh, wild and crazy, erotic and intense…but not fun. “We’ll go ahead and put that on the calendar.”

He smiled a second before he kissed her again, going slow, taking his time. Was he being deliberate in taking as many cells as he could, or was he getting as lost as she was? She had to know. So she tightened her hold in his thick hair and jerked hard.

He lifted up, his gaze dark and disgruntled. “What?”

“Just making sure.” Oh, he was as into it as she was.

“Oh yeah?” His fangs glinted and he sliced into her neck, the points going deep. Pain shimmered and edged to pleasure almost immediately as he drank. A flash of electricity arced right from her neck to her sex, and she rolled into another orgasm so quickly she could only grab his shoulders and hang on, shutting her eyes.

As if sensing her need, he pressed a knee between her legs, the friction and hard pressure deepening the waves until she gasped, her ears ringing.

She came down again, her mouth gaping open.

His fangs retracted and he closed the wound, leaning up and licking his lips clean. “You taste sweet. Like honey with sass.”

For answer, she leaned down and tried to shove off his boxer-briefs. He helped her, finally as nude as she was, and holy crap he was big. She wasn’t surprised. She’d sat on his lap enough times that she knew his sex was in proportion with the rest of his magnificent body. Twisting her body, she reached for him, running her fingers along his impressive length.

His eyes flashed to full silver, bright this time. She went still, entranced.