Blood Wicked by Sharon Page Page A

was his stomach, and take hold of his thick, rigid shaft through his trousers.
    “Please,” she whispered.
    Do this and live. Take him and live.
She didn’t know wherethe words came from. They seemed to well up from her soul. She had to make love to him. She had to make him fill her with his scalding hot cum and stop the cold from freezing her to death.
    She tore wildly at the fastening of his trousers.
    It wasn’t enough.
    Heath knew it. He had ignited the demon inside Miss Dare. And the demon craved a man’s pleasure. Her orgasm wasn’t enough to satisfy her. She needed his climax or she would likely die.
    What man wouldn’t love it: a woman who would do anything to make him come? But it broke Heath’s heart.
    “No, love.” He grasped her hands and drew them away from his throbbing erection. His oversized, vampiric penis was straining and pulsing in his trousers, seeking her heat—her hot mouth, her hand, her scorching, sweet cunny. But he couldn’t make love to her.
    Wrong. He couldn’t make love to her
twice
.
    She gently gyrated her hips on top of him. The simple movement almost blew the top of his head off. Her nightgown was still fastened, but the swell of her breasts rose up from the neckline in two flushed mounds. Her cheeks were pink. And she was still panting from the orgasm he’d given her.
    There was nothing as erotic, as arousing as a woman still gasping from an explosive climax.
    Damnation.
    This was all his blasted fault.
    She tried to wrench her wrists free of his grasp. “I want you. I need you. Please—I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you now.”
    “It’s a craving you can’t control,” he whispered. “If you don’t make love to me, your body won’t survive.” Once was all right. He could still taste her on his mouth, and he wanted her.“I know you’re not doing this because you want to, but I swear I will make it good for you—”
    She stroked his face. Her caress was so sweet, it touched his heart. And that heightened his desire even more.
    “You’re wrong,” she whispered. “It’s not just a craving. It’s not just need. Ever since I watched you help my daughter, I’ve desired you. I’ve tried to fight it. I don’t want to anymore.”
    She leaned over, letting her sinfully beautiful hair tumble over her and over him. Her lips touched his.
    Such a kiss. Soft and loving, slow and passionate and heart melting. It was the kiss of a woman who admired him.
    He knew she was driven by uncontrollable lust. Knew she had seen him do two good deeds: one for her, one for her daughter. She had no idea what a blackguard he really was.
    And right now, he couldn’t tell her. He just had to fuck her, make her come, and explode in the climax of his life.
    He kissed her back hungrily. He reached up and cupped her generous breasts. Then he playfully jiggled them, making them bounce and slap his hands. She moaned in the middle of the kiss. A demoness like her would play fierce.
    He tugged open the fastenings of her nightgown. Her breasts tumbled into his hands, plump, gold, and topped with blushing pink nipples. What more could a man want? These were breasts that could addict a man. And he only got to enjoy them once.
    He flicked her nipples with his thumbs. Savored her fevered moan. Savored the sensation of velvety flesh hardening against his fingers. He delighted in the way he could make them grow thick and eager with just light brushes of his thumbs.
    She was so hot and responsive. It had to be her demoness instincts taking charge. Before tonight, she had acted like a woman who didn’t like sex, who had been taken roughly and was haunted by those memories.
    He smiled up at her. God, she was exquisitely beautiful. Her eyes were luminous blue, glowing in a way that could remindhim of the sun he’d never see again. She had a face that any man would want to watch for his entire life, for it changed every moment and it was impossible to look away. She cocked her head, letting