anything.
He held out a hand to her. "Come."
She lifted her trembling hand and placed it in his. She had been worried he would try to control her mind, but she knew she had her full faculties about her. She allowed him to pull her close once more. This time she was willing. "I only want you willing, Kat." Before she could respond, he had claimed her mouth, his fingers tugging at her dress zipper. He lowered it off her shoulders and the pink silk whispered to the floor. Standing before him like this, in only her bra and panties, left her feeling helpless and suddenly very vulnerable. She shivered, and fought the urge to cover herself with her arms.
For several moments, he still said nothing, simply let his gaze wander over her before returning to lock with hers once more. The heat she found there warmed her. Despite the intensity of his gaze, the scorching desire was welcome, and she knew her own eyes reflected the same excitement. She relaxed.
"You're exquisite." He drew her into his embrace. She sighed in relief and happiness as his mouth claimed hers, and stole her thoughts. She found herself being pressed back against the pillows as he knelt over her, never once taking his lips from hers. His hands were everywhere, stroking her jaw, her neck, her arms. Though his touch was cool, it was masterful and stoked a fire only he could extinguish. She had never felt longing, desire so intense, as if it threatened to consume her. She reached for him, trying to pull him closer, needing more contact, but he resisted, content to simply let his fingers roam lightly over her.
"Adrian…"
Her voice was hoarse with passion. Adrian found his usual iron control slipping away. It amazed him she could do this to him. He drew away and gazed down at her. Her heavy-lidded eyes opened, and he had to struggle for control at the dewy passion he read in their inky depths. He had never felt such need before, such intense longing. The heat of her body scorched him, and knowing he had caused the fire only inflamed his senses further.
"Ah, my little pagan, you have cast a spell over me." His words echoed around them, and his hands slid to her hips, his fingers hooking into her panties and pulling them away, baring her completely before him. He itched to touch her velvety skin, to find her most secret places and make her writhe with ecstasy beneath him, to make her cry out in pleasure. All that mattered was her pleasure, to bring her to the utmost heights of rapture. Thank Lucifer he was immortal; he didn't think he would survive the explosion otherwise.
The passion controlling him was stronger than he'd ever known. Perhaps she truly had cast a spell on him. That would explain how this desire enveloped him, reaching into his very soul. He claimed her mouth again, fiercely, hungrily, as if he couldn't get enough of her. He would never get enough of her, he knew that now. He let his hands trail higher, slowly cupping her breasts and savoring the way she bowed against him. With his thumbs, he stroked her nipples and she moaned, her tongue mating with his in a fiery dance. Her hands were everywhere, stroking his back, pulling away his shirt, running along his chest.
When he drew away, he couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All he knew was he had to possess her. Soon. His hand slipped between her legs and stroked her warm, wet depths. She cried out, arching wildly against him as he tormented her, and the sight made the blood in his veins boil. He knelt between her legs, his gaze catching hers as he lowered his head.
"Oh, gods," she moaned, and her fingers were suddenly tangled in his hair, twisting and tightening on his scalp.
He lowered his mouth, flicking her with his tongue, tasting of her essence as she bucked around him. She cried out, he thought it was his name, but couldn't be sure. Lost in her sweet scent and taste, he drove her upward. Her head tossed from side to side, still he kept up his steady
He held out a hand to her. "Come."
She lifted her trembling hand and placed it in his. She had been worried he would try to control her mind, but she knew she had her full faculties about her. She allowed him to pull her close once more. This time she was willing. "I only want you willing, Kat." Before she could respond, he had claimed her mouth, his fingers tugging at her dress zipper. He lowered it off her shoulders and the pink silk whispered to the floor. Standing before him like this, in only her bra and panties, left her feeling helpless and suddenly very vulnerable. She shivered, and fought the urge to cover herself with her arms.
For several moments, he still said nothing, simply let his gaze wander over her before returning to lock with hers once more. The heat she found there warmed her. Despite the intensity of his gaze, the scorching desire was welcome, and she knew her own eyes reflected the same excitement. She relaxed.
"You're exquisite." He drew her into his embrace. She sighed in relief and happiness as his mouth claimed hers, and stole her thoughts. She found herself being pressed back against the pillows as he knelt over her, never once taking his lips from hers. His hands were everywhere, stroking her jaw, her neck, her arms. Though his touch was cool, it was masterful and stoked a fire only he could extinguish. She had never felt longing, desire so intense, as if it threatened to consume her. She reached for him, trying to pull him closer, needing more contact, but he resisted, content to simply let his fingers roam lightly over her.
"Adrian…"
Her voice was hoarse with passion. Adrian found his usual iron control slipping away. It amazed him she could do this to him. He drew away and gazed down at her. Her heavy-lidded eyes opened, and he had to struggle for control at the dewy passion he read in their inky depths. He had never felt such need before, such intense longing. The heat of her body scorched him, and knowing he had caused the fire only inflamed his senses further.
"Ah, my little pagan, you have cast a spell over me." His words echoed around them, and his hands slid to her hips, his fingers hooking into her panties and pulling them away, baring her completely before him. He itched to touch her velvety skin, to find her most secret places and make her writhe with ecstasy beneath him, to make her cry out in pleasure. All that mattered was her pleasure, to bring her to the utmost heights of rapture. Thank Lucifer he was immortal; he didn't think he would survive the explosion otherwise.
The passion controlling him was stronger than he'd ever known. Perhaps she truly had cast a spell on him. That would explain how this desire enveloped him, reaching into his very soul. He claimed her mouth again, fiercely, hungrily, as if he couldn't get enough of her. He would never get enough of her, he knew that now. He let his hands trail higher, slowly cupping her breasts and savoring the way she bowed against him. With his thumbs, he stroked her nipples and she moaned, her tongue mating with his in a fiery dance. Her hands were everywhere, stroking his back, pulling away his shirt, running along his chest.
When he drew away, he couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All he knew was he had to possess her. Soon. His hand slipped between her legs and stroked her warm, wet depths. She cried out, arching wildly against him as he tormented her, and the sight made the blood in his veins boil. He knelt between her legs, his gaze catching hers as he lowered his head.
"Oh, gods," she moaned, and her fingers were suddenly tangled in his hair, twisting and tightening on his scalp.
He lowered his mouth, flicking her with his tongue, tasting of her essence as she bucked around him. She cried out, he thought it was his name, but couldn't be sure. Lost in her sweet scent and taste, he drove her upward. Her head tossed from side to side, still he kept up his steady
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