Slow Burn by Sascha Illyvich Page A

breasts.
    He licked his lips and his body hardened again at the sight
of her. Despite her distracting look, he wasn’t going to lie to her. Whatever
their relationship was, honesty demanded he be straight with her. Except for
when it came to his background as a former spy. “Yeah, I am.”
    “What about?”
    He studied her face. She didn’t want to do this now, did
she? The intense gaze in her eyes appeared to teeter between lust and
curiosity.
    “Come on. Tell me.”
    He tilted his head to the side and studied her. Her hair had
fallen over one side of her face, adding to her already sultry look. Pressing
her naked warm skin against his body made him even more voracious.
    The air around him smelled like her, sweet and spicy,
reminding him of oriental tobaccos with their rich spiciness and smell of
opium-den sex.
    Her arousal rolled over him.
    “Talk to me.” She rolled her body against his, pillowing her
full breasts into his chest.
    He wanted to take them in his mouth, suckle them to lovely
points, and then fill her again. Her body tempted him. But the magic she used
prodded against the walls of his mind. It felt like someone pounded loudly at
the door he’d set up to keep others out.
    “You’re using magic. You should know better than to think I
need convincing to sleep with you again.” He slid out of her a moment ago. His
erection pressed against her soft thighs.
    “Oh.” She trailed a fingernail along his bare chest.
“Sometimes it can’t be helped. It isn’t intentional.”
    Excitement thrummed through his body and blood rushed
straight to his cock, not like it didn’t already ache from being near her in
the first place.
    “It’s not?”
    “No. I can’t always control it. With you, it’s more stable
and all I think of are two things.”
    He reached for her, set a hand on her now bare hip. “Yes?”
    She blinked. Her voice dropped several notches and came out
as a raspy sound. “Death and fucking you.”
    Derrick shuddered. Fingertips gripped her skin. Her voice
didn’t hold any inflection of magic, just pure lust. “Death, I’d prefer to
avoid. But you fucking me, I’d love that.”
    She didn’t respond verbally. Instead, she rolled herself
onto him and pressed her chest against his. “Should we move to another bed or
space?”
    An eyebrow arched. “Fuck that. Max owes me. He can burn
these sheets if we don’t first.” His grin widened.
    Sonja’s pink tongue darted over her bottom lip. Her eyes
widened, her body pressed closer to his.
    His cock nudged the wet warmth between her closed legs.
    Her mouth fell on his, her fingernails dug and scratched
him, piercing the skin.
    Derrick growled into the kiss, wrapped his arms around her,
and slid his hands over her ass. A hand came down against her soft curve.
    She yelped and bit his lower lip. “No spanking your queen.”
    He chuckled. “My queen, eh?”
    “For the time, yes.” Sonja bit his neck.
    He arched against her in response. The puma inside him
swished its tail back and forth in anticipation. In his mind, he heard the
feral cry that suggested mating.
    Sonja shifted against him and centered on his cock. “In me.”
    Derrick drove himself without thought into her. Like a fist,
she gripped him, stroked him with each thrust, and coaxed him on with rapacious
moans.
    She rode him, scraping pointed nipples against his chest.
Her hair spilled down her back.
    Derrick tangled his fingers through her silken curls and
tugged her head to expose the curve of her neck.
    He lifted himself up, stopped mid thrust, and bit her
collarbone.
    She cried and flung herself back against him, joining them
so closely that one couldn’t tell where she started and he ended.
    Derrick continued pumping into her, enjoying the feel of her
sweat-soaked skin against his. His pulse sped; his orgasm drew near.
    He wouldn’t climax without giving her one, so he slowed his
pace.
    He arched his hips, rolling into her, and was rewarded with
her purring. With a free