Phoenix Rising by Heather R. Blair Page A

Miles shifted so the long hard length of him pressed into her inner thigh. Kelsey felt his smile against her lips as she growled in frustration.
    “My, my,” He whispered, pinning her arms in place with one hand. ‘Such impatience.”
    In response she nipped his lower lip, catching it with the razor edge of her new fangs, a bright red drop of his blood welling up instantly. Kelsey whimpered at the sudden pang that ripped through her, this new hunger that both deeply unsettled and exhilarated her. Looking up at Miles, she took a deep breath, focusing the dark energy as he had taught her. He watched her struggle quietly, not saying a word until she was back in control.
    “Mon cœur , you need not hold back with me, you know.” His voice was low, his eyes intent on her face.
    “I know, but it still scares me a bit.”
    “God willing, it always will, but…” he leaned down, his breath skimming over her flushed skin, teasing the aching peaks of her nipples and making her heart flutter. “Here with me, there is no need to be afraid.”
    Kelsey drew in a breath as his lips hovered just above one taut tip. “Not afraid,” she gasped as he continued to watch her without moving. “Impatient, remember? Very .”
    Miles smiled, that long slow smile that made her toes curl into the bed. He drew her nipple into his mouth with a taunting deliberateness, his tongue flicking back and forth until she struggled in his grip, desperate to have her hands free. He refused to release her, moving instead with agonizing slowness to her other breast, the light draw of his mouth seeming to pull straight from her nipples to between her legs. It was maddening to feel the length of him throbbing against her inner thigh, so tantalizing close to where she needed him. Kelsey squirmed, trying to coax him over and he lifted his head and laughed again, a deep rumble that made her skin break out in goose bumps.
    “You are certainly enjoying yourself,” she growled.
    “Oh, Kels Bells, you have no idea.” Miles kissed a tickling, teasing line down her ribs, then worked his way back up to her neck. Nipping her skin, his chest crushing her full breasts, his grip on her wrists holding her prisoner as he tormented her. When he finally slid himself between her legs, her head fell back, twisting against the pillows as he worked his hard cock between the slick swollen lips of her sex. Not entering her, only sliding up and down, the thick veiny length of him teasing her soaked core until she closed her eyes and begged in a voice raw with need.
    “Open your eyes, mon cœur .” Miles’ voice was ragged now and when she obeyed him, it was to see him above her, his eyes a dark midnight blue. “Do you know how you look to me, Kelsey? Right now?”
    Mutely, she shook her head.
    “You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Ever. Your skin is flushed, all sweet pink and gold. Your nipples so dark…and tight,” as he spoke, his free hand trailed over her body, brushing one quivering breast and then the other as she bit her lips and turned her head away, the power of his gaze and his touch too much. But his fingers curved around her jaw and brought her face back to his.
    “You’re trembling all over and you’re so wet…” Miles groaned as he angled his hips, pushing his fat tip right against her entrance, almost stopping her racing heart. He flicked his fingers over her face, gathering the dark tangled mass of her hair in his hand, pulling her head back.
    “Tell me again that you love me, Kelsey.”
    She stared up at him, poised above her, the long taut line of his magnificent body, the firelight licking over his skin as if it desired him as much as she did. Kelsey could barely breathe for wanting him, but she managed to whisper the words he craved.
    “I love you, Miles. I always will.”
     
    His fingers tightened in her hair as he eased inside her inch by inch, spreading her wide until she gasped for air, his eyes never leaving her face as he