Blood Assassin (The Sentinels #2)(73)

A beautiful joining that could feel right to the center of his soul.

Delighting in the sweet taste of her, Fane circled her tightening nipple with the tip of his tongue. With light strokes he teased her until her nails dug into the flesh of his chest.

“More,” she whispered.

“Like this?” he demanded, closing his lips around the peak to suckle her with gentle urgency.

“Yes.”

A sigh of pleasure tumbled from her lips, her legs spreading until she could rub herself against the length of his cock.

Fane closed his eyes at the staggering shock of pleasure that jolted through him. Damn. He was on the brink of an orgasm and he wasn’t even inside her.

The heat from his body warmed the air, adding to the erotic sensations. He arched his hips upward, his hands stroking up the curve of her spine. Aimlessly, he traced patterns on her soft skin, simply enjoying the freedom to touch her.

Christ. He’d deliberately denied himself this heaven.

How stupid could a man be?

Still teasing the puckered nipple, he slid his hands down to grasp her thighs. Giving them a gentle tug, he trailed a finger between her soft folds.

“Fane,” she moaned.

He kissed a path to her neglected breast, using his teeth on the sensitive tip even as his finger slipped into her sleek heat.

Serra breathed out a rough sigh, her hands exploring the hard muscles of his chest. He lowered his head to the mattress to watch the flush of arousal darken the skin over her cheekbones.

God almighty, but she was magnificent. A powerful, exotic female who could have any man in the world. And yet had chosen him.

At least for tonight.

With a slow expertise he stroked his finger deep within her. At the same time he used his thumb to caress her tiny nub of pleasure.

“I’ll never have enough of you,” he muttered, his tongue flicking over her tightly budded nipple. “Never.”

“Don’t stop,” she gasped.

Fane gave a choked groan. “Not a chance in hell.”

Serra allowed her hands to smooth up the length of his neck and over the muscles of his shoulders. Her touch was light but a trail of fire followed in the wake of her fingers.

Bolts of pleasure shot through his body. Oh hell. His cock twitched, anxious to surge into the tight heat of her body.

He hadn’t been entirely celibate over the years.

There’d been occasional females who’d shared his physical needs without emotional complications.

Now he realized just how meaningless those exchanges had been.

There’d been no soft, lingering touches.

No delicious foreplay that made him tremble with bone-deep need.

As if sensing his vulnerability, Serra lowered her head to press her lips to the center of his chest. With open-mouthed kisses she moved to tease his sensitive nipple, her hands roaming down the washboard muscles of his stomach.

“Christ, milaya,” he groaned as she boldly reached down to grasp his straining erection in a firm grip.

“Maybe you’re not the only one who can create heat, Sentinel,” she teased as she stroked him from top to bottom and back again.

Fane hissed at the brutal pleasure that seared through him. Heat? Oh, hell no. Her touch was burning him alive.

His hips instinctively rocked upward to thrust his cock in her grip. Damn. It felt so good.

Too good.

Gritting his teeth against the looming climax, Fane focused his attention on her flushed face as he slid his finger in and out of her body, quickening his strokes as she gave a low moan.

“Come for me, Serra,” he commanded softly.

Her breath hissed between her teeth. “Fane . . .”

“Yes,” he encouraged, using his thumb to bring her to the edge.

Bewitched by the pleasure that softened her features and parted her lips as her breath came out in soft pants, Fane was unprepared when she suddenly reached down to grab his wrist.

“Serra?” he questioned softly.

Her smile widened as she tugged his hand to one side and used her other hand to place his aching cock at the entrance to her moist heat.

The world halted as he stared into mesmerizing eyes, and he knew that this moment would be engraved on his memory for all of eternity.

Slowly, deliberately, she impaled herself on his rigid shaft.

“You were right. I’m starting to get warm,” she murmured with a gleam in her eyes. “Burning hot, in fact.”

Fane groaned as she tossed his teasing words back into his face.

Oh yes.

They were going up in flames.

To both their satisfaction.

He gave another groan as he pressed himself into her welcoming body. At the same time she ground her hips down to meet his thrust.

Damn.

She was surely going to be the death of him.

Chapter Seventeen

Serra struggled to breathe as Fane placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and rolled off her quivering body.

“God almighty,” she muttered, not entirely sure she hadn’t briefly blacked out during the last orgasm.

She’d always known sex with Fane would be fantastic. The minute he walked into a room she was hot and bothered. And those small, accidental touches over the years had nearly made her self-combust.

So, yeah.

She’d expected good.

But this . . .

This was mind-blowing, I’m-not-sure-I-can-ever-walk-again sex.