Blood Assassin (The Sentinels #2)(39)

“No more talking,” he warned.

Serra wrenched her gaze from the dark promise in his eyes, feeling her entire body melt beneath the potent heat of his desire.

What the hell were they doing?

Twenty-four hours ago he’d been determined to leave her behind. Now he was staring at her as if he wanted to devour her.

Shouldn’t she be kicking some serious Sentinel ass, not considering how long it was going to take to trace every one of those exquisite tattoos with the tip of her tongue?

Of course, in her defense, she’d wanted Fane with a desperation that was painful.

She hadn’t lied when she’d told him he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.

He was obscenely magnificent.

Not only his lean, savagely handsome face, but the sculpted body he was swiftly revealing as he tugged off his camos to reveal his perfection.

His skin was silky smooth beneath the tattoos and stretched tight over the impressive muscles that moved with liquid ease. His chest was broad and tapered to a slender waist, his arms were massive, and his legs long and powerful.

Lethal power combined with the gentle touch of an artist.

A potent combination.

“Did you just tell me to shut up?” she demanded, her gaze sliding down to watch in fascination as his cock hardened, revealing he was as generously proportioned as she’d always suspected.

Oh . . . hell.

“I told you to stop talking.” A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. “There are more satisfying ways of communicating.”

“Telepathy?”

Holding her gaze, he placed a knee on the edge of the mattress and lowered himself to plant his hands on either side of her head. Then, he dipped down to nuzzle a spot just below her jaw, making Serra’s heart slam against her ribs.

When had that particular spot become so unbearably erotic?

“I was thinking something more physical.”

“You’re Mr. Taciturn, remember? You don’t want to . . .” Her provocative words were cut short as his seeking lips found another point of pleasure at the base of her throat. “Oh.”

“You have no idea what I want,” he growled, nipping her collarbone. “Or how many nights I’ve tormented myself with thoughts of having you in my bed . . . screaming my name as I enter you.”

His dark, musky scent brushed over her, seeping into her skin and clouding her senses. It had to be an aphrodisiac. Why else was she stroking her hands down the magnificent length of his back, trying to urge him downward?

“You think you can make me scream?” she muttered.

His soft laugh sent a prickle of excitement over her bare skin as he reached down to grasp the hem of her sweater and with one smooth motion had it tugged over her head and tossed across the room.

“Do you want a detailed explanation of how I intend to accomplish my goal?” he demanded, easily dealing with the clip of her bra so he could peal the lacy garment away.

Serra shivered. His dark gaze was a tangible caress as he studied the full globes of her breasts. Her back instinctively arched upward. Her nipples were hard, agonizingly sensitive as they yearned for his touch.

“Arrogant.”

He tormented the pulse at the base of her throat as he slid down her pants, pausing to tug off her boots before he had them stripped away and tossed on the carpet. Only then did he settle his heavy weight between her legs that had instinctively widened.

“Determined,” he corrected.

“Determined to what?” she rasped, shuddering as pleasure blasted through her. Oh, hell. This was so much better than she’d fantasized. The welcome hardness of his body as it pressed her into the mattress. The sizzling heat of his touch. The brush of his breath over her breasts. “Seduce me?”

His tongue flicked over her nipple, the rough stroke wrenching a moan from her throat.

“Is it working?”

She dug her nails into the smooth skin of his ass. “You’ve always known how badly I wanted you,” she said with blunt honesty. “I’ve done everything but beg to get you in my bed.”

He continued to tease her nipple, his hardening erection pressing with flawless precision against her clit. Oh . . . God. It felt good. Beyond good.

“If you hadn’t meant so much to me I would have been in your bed a long time ago,” he said, licking a path of wet heat between her breasts.

“Is that supposed to make sense?”

With a low growl, Fane surged upward to claim her lips in an openmouthed kiss that was hard with unrestrained hunger. Desire streaked through her, destroying any hope of resistance.

“I knew I could never be satisfied with sex,” he confessed against her lips, rubbing his erection against her clit. “I wanted to possess you. Completely and utterly.”

Her hips instinctively arched upward. Somewhere deep inside she desperately wanted to believe his low, husky words.

“And now?”

He chuckled, scorching a path of kisses down her throat. “Now I intend to start the possession. Starting from the top and working my way to the bottom. With plenty of stops in between.”

She retained enough sense to remember that she didn’t entirely trust this abrupt change of heart. It was one thing to give in to the potent hunger that thundered through her. She wanted this man with an intensity she couldn’t deny.

But while she might give him her body, her heart wasn’t up for grabs.