Nightbloom by Juliette Cross Page B

the first time in my life, the driving need of my body took hold. I slid my hands under his thin sweater over his hard chest. I slipped one hand into the silkiness of his hair, the other at his nape and pulled him closer.
    He grinned as he lowered his mouth to mine. I whimpered as he finally gave me what I longed for. Sliding my lips apart with his firm ones, he growled as I slipped my tongue inside his mouth first, tasting what I wanted without shame or regret. I couldn’t imagine what soulfire must feel like. I couldn’t imagine anything better than this.
    The fine fabric of his sweater rubbed against the sheer lace covering my breasts. I moaned, kissing him deeper. I hardly recognized this brazen, passionate woman.
    His lips left mine, skating down the sensitive column of my throat, sucking at the hollow between my collarbones before sliding lower. His hot mouth closed over the peak of my breast, his tongue flicking against my nub restrained by tight lace. I gripped his shoulder hard, my nails digging in. Crooking my knees, I welcomed his weight between my legs as he laved and nipped through the lace. His mouth moved to the one he’d neglected, circling and flicking his tongue till I thought I would faint from sensation. Rocking my hips up, I moaned when his hard body pressed me harder to the floor.
    I slid one hand inside the back of his sweater, skating my fingernails up his spine.
    “God, Ella…no,” he growled. Taking hold of my wrists, he pinned them above my head with one hand. The dragon still peered down, more fiery than ever before. “You’re not ready for this.”
    Panting and filled with more desire than I’d ever felt, I said, “Yes. I am.” Though in the back of my mind, there was still a question if this was right, if he was the one.
    Tracing the line of my jaw with his index finger and hovering close, he said, “I’m not the kind to take you once and leave you alone. I want it all. I want all of you.”
    “But…” I squirmed, my body needing friction, needing him. I couldn’t tell him that I’d never felt desire like this, not with any man…ever.
    “Hush, angel. I won’t leave you so unsatisfied, but I also won’t take what isn’t mine. Yet.” He nodded at my wrists still pinned above my head. “I must keep them bound. If you don’t touch me, I can keep him under control.”
    No need to ask who him was. Before I could process that thought, my pants and panties were off my body. There I lay, stretched out before him in nothing but a sheer, lace camisole. Paxon lay beside me and drank me in for an agonizing, long moment. Ordinarily, I would be mortified to lay myself bare for another man’s eyes, but somehow it only heightened my sensual longing. When I thought I could stand it no longer, he lowered himself to me, but didn’t kiss me. He brushed his parted lips over mine. His free hand cupped my breast, pinching the peak softly.
    “Paxon,” I whispered on a moan, our breaths mingling.
    He skimmed his free hand down over my ribs, my abdomen, sliding along my right thigh where he rested, his fingers lightly curling in.
    “Open for me, Ella,” he whispered against my lips. “Show me what you want.”
    Rather than feel scandalized, I was empowered by his erotic request. I complied and bent my knees, opening my thighs for him.
    When his finger rubbed along the slick line of my cleft, I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned. “Yes, Paxon.” He liked to hear me tell him what I wanted, that was certain. So I let him hear me. Between soft sounds of pleasure, I’d encourage him. “More…yes.”
    A genuine beast’s growl reverberated from the man pleasuring me. His mouth firmed hard over mine and his tongue thrust inside as his fingers did unspeakable, wonderful things down below. I clenched my fists, my wrists still tight in his grasp. He licked in with the intensity of a man who’d waited too long. I rocked my hips upward. One finger slid inside me, but not too deep. I opened my legs