Phoenix Fallen by Heather R. Blair Page A

rush of heat flooded her from head to toe.
    Rissa was left weak in the aftermath, unable to stand. Not that Jules gave her a chance to. He got to his feet, swinging her into his arms and moving purposefully for the stairs. Her face curled into his chest as he climbed, her numb fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt.
    "That was worth waiting for." She looked at him from under her lashes, seeing his lips curve at her whispered words.
    "Told you so." He halted in front a door just barely ajar. Then he stole her breath again when he looked down at her before kicking it open. "But Rissa, you aren't even going to remember that little warm up by the end of the night."
    She didn't agree. There was no part of this night she planned on forgetting. Not the feel of him laying her back in the bed and peeling every last scrap of fabric from her body. Or the sight of him stripping down at the foot of the bed. His body was sculpted ebony perfection. All hard curves of muscle and rigid lines.  But the one that made her mouth dry was between his legs.
    He was beautiful, hard and swollen and he made her tummy flutter with need all over again. She opened her arms to him and in seconds he was over her, that big, warm body pressing her into the sheets. His mouth on hers as she sucked the taste of herself off his lips.
     
    She was so gorgeous it made him ache. Literally. Not just in his cock, which was sure as hell throbbing madly, but in every pore of his soul.
    There was a rose flush to her pale curves; the color highlighting her cheeks, the tips of her luscious breasts, the elegant line of her collarbone and glistening line of her core where his mouth had sent her over the edge.
    He had her scent in his nose, her taste in his throat. A more delicious combination than he could have ever imagined. Her eyes flashed up at him, sparkling blue diamonds. Her hair was a vibrant scarlet flag, framing that lovely face.
    When he moved into her arms, he reached for that skein of hair, wrapping a fistful around his hand. Pulling it down, teasing the tip of one full breast with the silky strands before he cupped the warm weight in his hand.
    The colors of them together were mesmerizing. The fiery blaze of her hair, and the dark press of his fingers into her alabaster flesh. He squeezed, watching the tight pink bud of her nipple burst between his knuckles. Jules bent his head to suck it into his mouth, barely hearing her cries as she twisted under him.
    He wanted her screams now. Wanted to hear her shatter the night air with his name. He bit down, not gently, and felt her ass come off the bed. With a low curse, he pushed his way between her legs, spreading those taut thighs wide for his entry. He curled his hand around his cock, running the tip against her, letting it part those sweet, soaked lips.
    It was a tantalizing sight, but the feel of her against him had him closing his eyes and taking a shaky breath.
    He wanted this woman. Wanted her too fucking much for any kind of comfort. But it was too late for second thoughts. His eyes snapped open and he drove his hips forward with ruthless abandon.
    Her slick insides clamped down as he buried himself deep. Squeezing every swollen inch of him while Jules hissed in pleasure.
    He took her hard then, and fast. Loving the slap of their bodies coming together, the feel of her silky skin under his hands, the way her muscles clenched down the length of his cock before her head fell back, the white line of her throat…before he could stop himself Jules bent, his fangs sinking into Rissa's skin.
    She whimpered once in shock, then screamed as her orgasm hit, pulling Jules down into the rushing current with her, both of them going silent as the pleasure crashed over them.
    Jules knew he was crushing her, but he couldn't move. He couldn't see, or maybe his eyelids just weren't working. The taste of Rissa had been more potent that he remembered.
    But it wasn't her blood that had him so satisfied, floating in the