Their Mating Illusion [Paranormal Protection Unit 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Honor James Page A

looked up at him. “I think that we should see about making love again, darling mine. I really and truly do believe that you and I need to make love so that we can see if it’s just as cataclysmic the second time around as it was the first time.”
    “I don’t think I’ll survive if it is.” Quincy’s words were a tease as he nuzzled at her cheek. He couldn’t refuse her though, not with the way she was stroking him into a near frenzy. Cupping her ass, he pulled her in close and kissed her hard and fast. “Do you want to be on top this time? Might save you from being flattened like the first go around.”
    “I think that would be lovely,” she said with a smile and pushed at him. Rolling him to his back, she looked down at him. “Will you let me touch you and lick you and taste you like you did me? Because I really, really do want to do just that.”
    Nodding, he touched her cheek with light fingers. “You are mine and I am yours. You can do anything you wish, love, but I do have a ticklish spot above my left hip that will likely have us both tossed on the floor if you brush it.” Quincy shifted to show her the patch of scarred flesh. “I was burned as a child, caught in a house fire. The nerves were saved but it’s extremely sensitive,” he said, quietly looking up at her.
    “Right.” Leaning down, she brushed a kiss above the scarred area. “I’m so very happy that was all that was hurt, that you are alive, and that you are with me.” Moving to the side, she reached with her hand and touched him. Leaning down, she brushed her lips to his navel and then licked her way down to the hard length that was in her hands now.
    Shivering at her light caressing, he let out a rough breath when she took him in hand. “It’s not the only patch I have, just the only one with any sensation to it anymore,” he said on a rushed breath of air.
    Making it to where she needed to be, she licked the head of his cock. “I truly hope that you are able to feel every single thing that I do to you right now,” she said with a low and needful growl. “Because I need”—another lick to the dome of his cock—“for you”—taking him into her mouth, she let him slide into her wet mouth and then pulled back—“to feel everything.”
    “Oh Gods, I definitely feel absolutely everything!” he was yelling. He couldn’t help it. Clutching at the blankets under him, he wiggled around, not sure what the hell he was doing. Damn it all to hell and back again, she was trying to kill him.
    She kept repeating, licking, nibbling, taking him into her mouth. It wasn’t until she added suction to her mouth that she realized just how much he liked it and was determined to make him come because of that. Using only his reactions for guidance, she began to move her mouth on him, her hands following along and either teasing his sac or his shaft for maximum effect.
    She tasted his salty seed as it exploded in her mouth and she moaned. Drinking him down, she took all that he offered her and licked him as she did so. She pulled back and looked at him, grinning as she did so. “I liked that,” she admitted. “I liked how you tasted, too.”
    Twitching slightly, he lay there sucking in great gulps of air. Groaning pitifully, he didn’t know what to do or if he could do anything after. Even trying to form words appeared useless. It all just came out sounding like a garbled-up moan. Yeah, he wouldn’t be saying much until he got feeling back in all his body parts and his brain stopped misfiring.
    Vaguely Quincy watched her grinning down at him, the look in her eyes clearly saying, “Yeah, I did that!” When she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his navel he smiled and tugged her close when she curled into his side.
    It took a while but he eventually managed to speak again. It was really rough but it at least sounded like words. “Good lord, woman, I think you fried out my brain on that maneuver,” he said, lifting a hand to stroke her