Carpathian 17 - Dark Curse

their heads and stared at him with greedy eyes. Their gazes followed her with some disdain and a lot of envy. She was certain she didn\'t look woman enough to handle a man as blatantly sexual as Nicolas.
    The moment she thought it, he brushed across her body with warm air, as if he\'d breathed on her bare skin.
    Her nipples tightened and heat rushed through her bloodstream. She glanced up at his face, at the raw hunger in his dark eyes each time his gaze slid over her. She touched her tongue to her lower lip and instantly his gaze was riveted there.
    \"You have to stop,\" she whispered, a blush creeping up her neckline to bring color into her face. \"You\'re making me...\" She broke off, hardly able to breathe properly. She\'d never felt quite like this before-excited-sexy-wanted. It was amazing and practically incomprehensible that she could draw the undivided and completely focused attention of a man like Nicolas De La Cruz. She wasn\'t adventurous. She wasn\'t beautiful. She certainly wasn\'t sexy, although he made her feel that way and it was a little intoxicating.
    She was all too conscious of his fingers splayed wide just above the curve of her spine. Heat spread from every pinpoint as they crossed the bar to the dining room. Music pulsed in the bar and a few couples swayed to the beat, holding each other more than they danced. A few feet from the arched entrance, Nicolas stopped abruptly, his fingers settling around her wrist to swing her in front of him.
    Her breath caught in her lungs as he pulled her into his arms. She fit perfectly, her body going soft so that she melted into him, so close she was nearly sharing his skin. Hard muscles rippled and prowled, a heated, seductive slide that sent a shiver of awareness down her spine and had her breasts aching. She felt the hard bulge pressing tight into her stomach, the thick, unashamed evidence of his desire for her. Her mouth went dry and her stomach muscles knotted.
    Nicolas bent his head, his lips skimming her exposed neck and the pulse beating frantically in rhythm with the music. \"Relax for me.\" His voice was rough with a mixture of seduction and lust, almost as if he was making love to her instead of dancing with her.
    His tone sent a million butterflies winging in the pit of her stomach. Moisture dampened her thighs and sent an electrical current spiraling through her body. It was her first real experience with such an overwhelming sexual reaction and her emotions were all over the place. Every single nerve ending seemed to have flared into life.
    Every cell was very aware of Nicolas moving so close to her.
    \"I don\'t know how to... I\'ve never...\" She didn\'t know whether she was telling him she\'d never danced and had no idea what she was doing, or whether she was trying to tell him she\'d never had sex and didn\'t know the first thing about tempting a man.
    Nicolas tightened his hold on her, his arm locking her against him as they executed several intricate dance steps across the floor. She felt as if she was floating in the clouds, light and airy and in perfect tune with him.
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    Christine Feehan: Dark Curse
    \"You are temptation itself.\" His lips brushed against her earlobe as he whispered the words.
    Teeth nipped, the smallest of bites, leaving her breathless. Arousal fingered her breasts, her thighs and teased at the junction between her legs. He was seducing her, there on the dance floor, and she didn\'t even want to resist. She touched her tongue to her lower lip, fighting nerves, determined to see this night through.
    She wanted him, wanted to belong to him, in spite of his arrogance and domineering ways. When her mind was merged with his, she could see his determination to learn, to make her happy, to be the man she needed.
    How could she not want him? Aside from that, she found him the sexiest man alive.
    He turned her, brought her back into the shelter of his body and just the way he did it, so commanding, strong and protective, sent another rush of heat surging through her bloodstream. His scent enveloped her, the spicy male tang that was exclusively his mixed with the scent of musky male arousal making for a potent combination. The slide of his hands caressed the sides of her breasts, her rib cage and tucked in waist before settling over her hips to pull her tighter against him.
    Another surge of moist heat dampened her thighs. Her breasts ached, felt swollen and needy. Every muscle tightened to the point of strain. She