A Midsummer Night's Demon by Brenda Sparks Page A

He took her response in his authoritative, demanding way. His sure hands reached for the hem of her shirt. Her body melded into his, soft, boneless. A low, vibrating growl slid from the back of his throat, sending a delicious tremor of anticipation through her. His hands lifted her shirt, and stripped it from her body.
    Lyn wrapped her legs around his waist, her ankles locked behind his back. The vee between her thighs fit tightly over the prominent evidence of his arousal.
    Ky’s body stilled. He lifted his head, staring into the depths of her eyes. “Give yourself to me." Instead of a harsh demand, he made his voice soft. “Say you are mine. No one will ever love you more.”
    Lyn loved him as deeply as he did her. Ky could see the truth of it in her eyes.
    Tears threatened to spill down her checks. “I’m yours, completely yours.”
    Her legs fell away from his waist and he knew a minute of confusion until her fingers clasped the waistband of his jeans. Her nimble fingers popped his button from its hole and slid the zipper down with ease. When she pushed his jeans from his hips, his shaft sprang free. Lyn gazed upon him for the first time, her eyes widened.
    “I’m not sure you’ll fit,” Lyn whispered tossing his jeans to the floor.
    “I’ll fit,” he promised. “We were made for each other.”
    His fingers popped the front clasp on her brassier and pulled the garment from her body. In seconds, he removed her jeans and panties from her beautiful body, exposing it fully to his heated gaze. The warrior settled on his side next to her on the couch.
    Ky ran the pads of his fingers over her flesh, from her belly button to the underside of one breast in a slow slide, memorized by the feel of her skin. His hand cupped the creamy mound, kneading it with loving fingers. She stirred beneath the palm of his hand, her legs scissored as if to relieve some pressure between her thighs.
    “You’re beautiful,” he murmured against the breast cupped in his hand. Sucking her nipple into the warmth of his mouth, the warrior swirled his tongue over the pebbled bud. It puckered, seeking the warm, moist cavern his mouth provided.
    He brought her hand to her neglected breast, placing his hand over hers to knead the firm globe. The fingers of her free hand laced into his dark hair to hold him to her in desperation. He drove her body higher, sending her reaching for her climax with his attention to her flesh.
    His fingers slipped from hers, and she groaned her displeasure. However, when one hand slid slowly down her stomach and his fingers pushed through her tight curls to find her most sensitive spot, her sorrowful moan quickly turned into a tiny gasp of sound, and she pushed against his hand, shamelessly seeking his touch.
    His talented finger worked the tiny bud until she arched harder against his hand in response. He applied a little more pressure and increased the speed of the circles, earning moans of approval from his mate.
    With his fingers busy below, Ky pulled back to peer down at her body. He watched his other hand knead her full breast, then catch her nipple between the pads of his finger and thumb to give it a light pinch. Daelyn arched her back hard and covered his hands with her own. She cried out his name when the pleasurable pain pushed her closer to the edge of another orgasm.
    His shaft, hard as steel, pulsed and throbbed against her thigh, looking for the opportunity he ruthlessly denied it. Ky instead chose to shimmy down the side of her body, the feel of his flesh against hers nearly pushed him over the edge of restraint. But again, he refused the demands of his body, seeking to draw her pleasure out, making sure she would know that no other male could love her like him.
    Her legs spread wide in welcome when he settled between her thighs. He lowered his lips to her silken folds, giving them a long luxurious lick before his mouth closed over her sensitive nub.
    Kyron feasted upon his mate, took her delicious