Ecstasy Untamed (Feral Warriors #6)(62)

She moaned, the sound little more than a rumble in her throat, but it seemed to inflame him.

His mouth tore away from hers, his hands grasped the T-shirt she wore, pulling it over her head. And then he was looming over her, his features a hard mask of passion and gentleness as his gaze met hers, then slowly swept down to her br**sts. He reached for her, his long fingers grasping one small breast, kneading it gently, then plucking at the tight bud of her nipple, playing with it as if he'd never seen anything so intriguing.

She grinned, caught between laughter and a tenderness that misted her eyes.

A smile tugged at his mouth. "What's so funny?"

Heavens, I love you. "You. You're looking at it like you've never seen one before."

"I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life." Utter honesty laced his words, and he smiled at her with laughter and joy and devilish intent as he dipped his head and took her breast firmly into his mouth, sucking, flicking her nipple with his tongue.

She arched into his touch, groaning with pleasure, her fingers digging into his soft hair, holding him close.

His hand splayed across her abdomen, then slid to her side, skimming her hip. As he suckled her breast, he grasped her thigh and tugged it gently away from its mate. His hand slid between her legs, his fingers sliding against the silk covering her sensitive places.

"Hawke." She gasped, her hips rocking up to meet his hand.

He released her breast, looking down at her with a thoroughly pleased look on his face before he moved with a quick, animal-like grace, settling between her knees. With one quick move, he had her panties down her legs and on the floor. Then he was parting her thighs, staring between them with a hunger in his eyes that might have terrified her coming from a different shape-shifter. But this man? Her Hawke? No, never.

She shivered with anticipation, dropping her knees, opening wider for him, making him smile with a feral anticipation. Dipping down, he stroked her with his tongue, nearly elevating her off the bed from the exquisite pleasure. His hands slid under her hips, and he raised her, feasted on her with a relish that had her writhing and moaning and laughing from the sheer joy of it.

He lifted his face, his mouth damp and smiling. "Are you ticklish down here?"

"No." She giggled, unable to stop. "It feels amazing."

But instead of resuming his carnal kisses, he pulled her up until she was sitting. "I want to watch you as you come."

She eyed him with hot anticipation as he lay on his back beside her, then grabbed her around the waist. "Come here."

"Where?" She laughed as he picked her up, and grabbed for the headboard to keep herself from pitching forward as he positioned her knees on either side of his face.

"Here," he said silkily as he pulled her hips down.

Looking straight down, her gaze met his, locked on his, as his mouth resumed its feasting. Pleasure shot through her, doubled by the hot pull of his gaze as his tongue licked her, his lips sucking on her clitoris. She cried out with the building storm, her fingers digging into the cherry headboard until she wondered if she'd leave nail marks.

She tried to buck with the pressure building inside her, but his hands held her firmly against his mouth, her body an instrument he alone could play.

"Hawke, don't stop. Don't stop." She was lifting, cresting . . . The orgasm crashed over her with an intensity she could hardly credit, flinging her apart so violently, so thoroughly, she wasn't sure she ever wanted to be put back together again. As she came, his caress changed, his tongue's movement turning into a soft tap against her sensitive clit as the orgasm went on and on until she was out of breath and in danger of hyperventilating. The most wonderful, the most glorious . . .

He kissed her lightly between the legs as she floated down, whole again, if not quite the woman she was before. She lifted one leg, and he ducked out from beneath her, flipping their positions until she was the one on her back and he was looming over her.

"Good?" he asked, watching her with blazing, hungry eyes, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand in a move that resembled a big cat more than a sharp-eyed raptor. A cat that had every intention of devouring her, in every way.

She smiled. "Perfect."

He leaned forward and kissed her neck. "I'm glad." He kissed her jaw. "But we're just getting started."

"Hawke. I want you inside me."

He kissed her mouth, thoroughly, sweeping his tongue inside. "No," he said, pulling back.

"No?"

He laughed. "Yes. Just not yet." He gripped her hips and rolled her onto her stomach.

"You're kind of bossy." His finger slid between her legs and into her wetness, deep inside. She gasped, her gasp continuing until her lungs were full to bursting. "Oh," she said on a massive exhale. "I like bossy."

"I thought you might."

Faith pressed her cheek to the bed, smiling with joy as she felt Hawke's mouth on her shoulder, then lower. When his mouth brushed the curve of her waist, she squirmed with a giggle.

"Ticklish there," he murmured, then continued his thorough exploration of her body with his mouth, nipping her butt cheek, then brushing his lips across the back of her thigh where her feral marks were.

She tensed. He stilled, his fingers lightly stroking the marks. Then his kisses resumed, brushing the crease behind her knee, while a single finger slid between her legs, making her gasp, stroking away the terrible heaviness of those awful marks.