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length of his cock back before sliding it firmly inside again. She oasned in pleasure raising her hips to
meet his.
His long hair fell to pool on her bare chest. She loved the feel of it, raw silk on her fingers. The dark of
his eyes were impenetrable, his irises ringed with a rich chocolate brown.
He kissed her with possession, recalling his words to her in the club: You belong to me. He hadn't
asked her politely, he'd simply declared it, darkness dancing in his eyes.
She drew him closer as he began a rhythm of hips that sent their thighs together and him penetrating
high into her. He braced himself on brown arms lashed with thin white scars. He'd faced so much hurt,
and yet he could make love with tenderness. She appreciated that he gentled his strength for her, but her
body shuddered as she wondered what it would be like if he truly let go.
He bent his head, eyes closed as he rocked himself into her, arms and shoulders taut. His mouth
twisted as he felt it, a low sound coming from his throat. Amber arched to him, wanting to drag him deep
inside, deeper than ever.
She wanted to be part of this man who was so strong and so powerfully magical, and yet so vulnerable.
With his power he might have broken himself free of the ice tonight and gone after the demon right away,
but he'd turned away to save her and his friends. His obsession to find his brother ate him up, but even
so, he'd first made sure that Amber was safe.
No man-no person-had ever done that for her.
He raised her leg to hook over his arm, opening her wider. Her eyes half closed as the position made
him penetrate her farther, making her realize just how big he really was.
She started to say his name, again and again, the syllables faster and faster. He was sweating now, his
face damp, his eyes still shut.
She pressed her hand to his cheek, gasping. "Look at me, please."
His jaw clenched harder. "You don't-need-that ..."
"I do. Please. I want to see your eyes when I come."
He looked at her as though he couldn't stop himself, and one glance into the black depths showed her
why he hadn't wanted to. She found herself suddenly swept away under swirling stars, floating with
nothing beneath her, a void dropping away beneath her back. She screamed until she realized he held
her, strong arms keeping her from falling.
He was the only thing between her and the darkness. He pumped into her and took what he pleased,
as though he couldn't hold himself back anymore. He didn't look away, those deep black eyes holding
her in place, sparks of his incredible power dancing on their surface.
"Come for me," he said. "I want you to come before I do. I want all thoughts of that asshole vampire
Julio out of your head."
"They have been," she said in surprise. "There's only you.
"Then come for me, sweetheart."
He wanted mastery. He wanted to control everything, even this.
Amber gave him a sly smile, then reached between his buttocks and found the hard tightness of his
balls. She gently squeezed and was rewarded with him swelling inside her, his eyes growing even more
intense.
"Witch," he hissed, and then he groaned. "No."
His seed shot into her, hard, harder, and Amber climaxed under him. They met each other thrust for
thrust, bodies locked around each other. Incredibly, she felt his climax in her mind as well as her own,
dark, maddening swirls wrapping her brain and plunging her into the wildest love she'd ever experienced.
And then suddenly they were back on the prickly tapestry carpet, she gasping for breath, and he
smoothing the hair from her face with shaking, sweating hands.
A little later, Amber felt herself being lifted and carried, up and up and up, and then settled on a vast
expanse of sheets. She gripped Adrian's arm, afraid he'd lay her down and leave her, but he got into bed
beside her.
He touched and kissed her some more, hands strong and firm. She slid her fingers over his back and
found his wounds closed, faded to ridged scars.
"I guess you do heal quickly," she murmured.
"You healed me."
He slid his thigh across her and made love to her again, a slow, sensuous lovemaking that left her
breathless, but this time they remained firmly on the bed, no floating in black space.
She didn't think she would come so hard so soon again, but before long she was screaming with
wanting, dragging him against her as she thrust her hips to meet his. After that, they both wound down
from breathless climax and lay in the bed, she drowsing, he watching her with eyes black as sin.
The plain white sheets looked much better tangled around his limbs, the mounds of his backside rising
above a fold, the pentacle tattoo on his left buttock stark against his skin. He watched her like a man
would watch his lover, a small smile on his lips as he contemplated her nude body stretched out and tired
from what they'd done.
"You look pleased with yourself," she said.
"Why not? A beautiful witch in my house, in my bed."
She ran her hand up the tightness of his smooth bicep. "I've wanted you since you were sitting in my
kitchen drinking coffee at the table. Did Sabina warn you off that night?"
"She threatened to rip out my throat if I touched you."
"I notice you didn't listen." She thought of how not fifteen minutes later, he'd stripped himself bare in the
guest bathroom and kissed her while steam roiled from the shower.
"I decided to risk it" When he got that teasing light in his eye, he looked like any normal male patting
himself on the back for seducing a female he wanted
"You told me then I wasn't ready for you," she said. "Because of the ... floating in the middle of the sky
or whatever that was."
He shook his head, his cheek pressing his forearm. "That never happened before."
"Oh." She thought about how he'd kept his eyes firmly closed at first. "Because it never happened, or
because you didn't want it to happen?"
"I don't know." His smile faded. "Amber, come with me... No." He turned his head. "No, never mind."
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