The Chosen Sin by Anya Bast Page A

breasts pressed against his chest. Almost every part of their bodies touched.
    â€œShit,” he muttered under his breath. How the hell was he supposed to sleep while this aroused? This woman would drive him insane before they could see the mission through.
    Temptation lay in his arms, but he would do his best to resist it. The Choosing had exhausted Daria and she needed sleep. She needed to feed, too, but sleep seemed to be her body’s priority at the moment. Because of that, Alejandro couldn’t indulge his desires.
    You could make her beg for it, the darkest part of him whispered. He had the right veil for that. Alejandro suspected Daria really did want him. All he had to do was exert the right kind of veil . . . and she’d be his. Willingly. Wantonly. Hell, she’d beg him to fuck her until she couldn’t see straight.
    Even without his veil, he could do it. He could roll her over and cover her body with his, kiss her awake. Kiss her until her body woke up and her sweet cunt primed itself for his cock. He could pull off her clothes and trail his tongue down her body until he hit her creamy pussy. Lick her until she moaned for him, until she shuddered and came for him. She’d beg for him to take her then. Beg for him to part those endless legs of hers and sink his cock deep inside her. With or without his veil.
    He’d get everything he wanted.
    He curled his fingers into the sheets and gritted his teeth at the thought of her hot, wet flesh gripping him. Temptation murmured into his mind, You could make her body want it even if her mind doesn’t . You could leave her pleasured so well she’d ignore the part of her mind that fights your seduction. You could make every one of her fantasies come true. If you did that, she wouldn’t hate you in the morning.
    He squeezed his eyes shut as he fought to listen to the part of himself that reminded him that she was fatigued, weakened, and any effort on his part now would be taking advantage of that.
    He looked down at her. Her dark lashes were swept down over her creamy skin, her full lips parted in slumber. God, he wanted her, but at the same time he felt this ridiculous urge to protect her.
    If there was one thing Daria Moran could do, it was protect herself. She didn’t need him to do that.
    Yet, there it was, that image of her after Sante had betrayed everyone. Her big eyes luminous and vulnerable. Her heart grieving the loss of her friend.
    She’d come to him that night to lose herself. To forget, just for a few hours, the horror of what had happened. He’d done that for her, had obliterated the pain with his body. Turned grief to passion. Though it had only been temporary, since in the morning the anguish had returned.
    She moved in her sleep, turning over onto her back. He regretted the loss of skin-to-skin contact, even though it was driving him mad. The moonlight silvered her silky-smooth shoulder and kissed her face where a curling lock of her damp hair had fallen across her forehead.
    Ah, damn.
    Alejandro rolled off the bed and headed for the shower. He kicked on the water and stripped off his boxers. Then he climbed into the shower and let the hot water sluice down his body. He pressed one palm against the wall and stuck his head under the flow, letting a groan escape him.
    He needed sexual release. Alejandro knew he could find it in ample supply here under the dome. Chosen women typically were up for a good fuck, no strings attached. The problem was that he didn’t want just any woman. He wanted Daria.
    Alejandro reached down and curled his fingers around the root of his cock with his opposite hand and stroked himself from base to tip. Pleasure shuddered through him as he imagined it was Daria’s sweet little cunt he thrust into instead of his own palm.
    He couldn’t wait to feel all that slick, hot flesh closing around his shaft tighter than a fist. Couldn’t wait to feel her soft skin against his, her