Tall, Dark & Lonely (Pyte/Sentinel #1)(75)

Madison kissed him frantically, running her tongue wildly over his lips and tongue trying to get him to respond. She yanked his hair, he growled viciously, but he responded. Interesting, he responded to pain. She reached back with great effort and pinched his backside through his pants. He growled again and thrust forward, making her moan. She hoped she didn’t have to pinch him for each thrust.

Pain, something was hurting him. He tried to focus, but all he could focus on was the odor of fear left over from his prey and his woman’s arousal. He knew the woman was his. He could smell his own scent on her. He tried to focus on the woman. He knew she was in front of him, but he couldn’t focus. She was the soft barrier and she was saying something to him and hurting him, but for some strange reason he didn’t want to hurt her back or stop her. Something was telling him not to hurt her.

Why was she hurting him? He couldn’t focus because with each little shot of pain was a reward of pleasure. Her scent was pushing away everything else now. It was becoming stronger. His own scent was mixing with it. He became aware that he was painfully aroused and enveloped in a tight wet sheath.

“Fuck me, Ephraim,” he heard her whisper against his ear. Her breath was hot, sending shivers down his spine. He thrust his h*ps forward and groaned.

He felt her wet tongue running down his neck. His hands gripped her bottom holding her tightly so that she couldn’t move while he moved inside her. He felt her teeth scrape against his skin. He was becoming aware of so many things, but still he was trapped behind a hazy curtain. Dull teeth sank into his neck.

“Shit!” he yelped.

Madison kissed the inured skin. “Good, now that I have your attention, do you mind joining me?”

He blinked several times and stepped back just enough to look down at their joined bodies. He licked his lips hungrily as he watched himself disappear inside her body. “I’ll gladly join you, Madison.”

“Good,” she sounded relieved. “What are you waiting for, baby, f**k me,” her voice was husky with need.

His hands gripped her bottom tighter, holding her as he pulled back and thrust in. She was talking dirty to him. Many women had talked dirty to him in the past, but he found it annoying and distracting. It wasn’t like that with his Madison.

Every nerve in his body was alive. He was inside of her, but felt like he was miles away. He released his hold on her bottom and yanked his tee shirt off over his head. Balancing her weight on his hips, he moved his hands beneath her shirt.

As his hands slid up so did her shirt until there was nowhere for it to go but off and onto the floor. She looked glorious na**d against the wall. He moved closer, one hand going to her bottom and the other to her breast. He squeezed and caressed each area until his mouth decided to join his hand on her left breast.

He pushed her breast up so he could take it into his mouth. She moaned loudly as he took not just the tip into his mouth, but as much as his mouth could pull in. He licked the sucked greedily as he slid in and out of her.

Her hands ran over his back, gently scrapping her nails against his skin. He thrust harder, loving the sensation. Her hands snaked up into his hair and he gently pulled his head back. He released her breast with a loud sucking sound.

She cupped his face in her hands and caressed his cheeks with her thumbs while he made love to her. Her thumbs gently ran under his eyes and then moved down until both thumbs were running over his top lip. They dropped and traced his fangs, carefully. “You’re so handsome, Ephraim,” her voice felt like a caress.

He turned his face into her palm and pressed a kiss. “Love you, Madison.”

Madison pulled his face in for a long deep kiss. She winced against his mouth. The butt of his gun and the leather holster were digging into her leg and scraping her-oh shit.

“Ephraim, stop!”

“What?”

“Stop!”

Ephraim pulled out and lowered her to the ground. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

She half bent over and cupped the inner thigh. “Nothing, nothing at all!” She made a mad dash into the bathroom, shutting the door swiftly behind her. She ran over to the sink and raised her foot to the counter to get a better view.

“Thank god.” She closed her eyes, relieved. It was rubbed raw, but no broken skin.

“Just like that,” Ephraim’s deep voice said next to her ear. He was already entering her by the time one hand held onto her hip and the other supported her raised leg.

Her mood had dampened when she thought she was about to send him back into bloodlust. His it seemed hadn’t. “I’m sorry about the holster. I’ll make it up to you.” His hand on her leg gently rubbed the raw area while his other hand moved between her legs.

She sucked in a deep breath and dropped her head back onto his bare shoulder. Her arm came up and snaked behind his head, holding on as he gently rocked into her body. “I like watching you.” He kissed her earlobe pulling, it between his lips and sucking it gently.

His talented fingers found her swollen nub. They moved in a circular motion, barely touching it and absolutely driving her crazy. She turned her head so she could kiss him. He kissed her deeply as he deepened his thrusts. His fingers continued to rub her at the same slow steady rate.

He felt her tighten around him. He forced himself to hold out for another minute and make this good for her. The look of fear on her face when he pulled out hadn’t escaped him. He was going to make love to her until she forgot that moment, the moment when she realized just how dangerous it was to be with him needed to be replaced by this.