Carpathian 21 - Dark Peril

very masculine flavor she knew she would be addicted to forever. He tasted like Dominic, passion and desire, love and acceptance. She stroked over and around, growing bolder as she felt his reaction. She kept her gaze locked with his, watching for every sign of pleasure, and when she saw his eyes glittered, the lids drooping heavy, she flattened her tongue and rubbed over the sensitive spot just underneath the crown, which she’d discovered by sheer accident.

    She moved her head, a slow withdrawal, all the while watching the heat in his eyes, judging his pleasure while her tongue stroked and caressed along that sweet spot. She paused for a moment with just the tip between her lips, watching him catch his breath, his eyes go deeper blue, almost midnight black, and very slowly she took him in again. She burned with the need to please him, to give him the exquisite pleasure he’d given her, the same focused care.

    To watch his body, his eyes, to feel his heightening sensation, was such an aphrodisiac to her. She felt her body’s response, the burning pressure between her legs, the ache in her breasts and the need rising so urgently for him. There was acute satisfaction in her own response, but she kept her focus solely on pleasing him.

    She increased suction, slow and then fast. Hard and then soft, all the while her tongue teasing and dancing.
    His husky, musical voice turned guttural, thrilling her. His thrust became a little deeper as he skated the edge of his control. She took him a little deeper and sucked harder, eliciting a harsh groan.

    Solange was burning alive, inside and out. Her mouth felt scorching hot, but between her legs she was on fire with urgent need. She wanted— needed —his body inside of hers. Her body ached for his, the craving so overwhelming that she wanted the taste of him forever in her mouth, his body imprinted on hers for all time.

    His gaze locked with hers, holding her captive as he began to take over the rhythm, thrusting a little deeper.
    She tightened her mouth around him, increasing the suction, desperate for him. The quick, hard thrust took her breath, but as he penetrated deeper, she learned quickly how to take a breath when she could because she didn’t want to stop—not now, not ever. She loved what she was doing to him, loved that she could take his control and replace it with such mindless pleasure he couldn’t focus on anything else.

    He moaned, his breathing harsh. “Stop, kessake , I cannot hold on.” The hand in her hair began to pull her head back, although his hips refused to cooperate, using quick, hard thrusts to push deeper into her tight mouth.

    She danced her tongue over him, stroking and caressing, bringing him to the very edge of his control. He set his jaw and forced her head back further.

    “This is too dangerous, Solange.”

    She slowly, reluctantly relinquished him, breathing hard, confused. “I don’t understand. You wanted this.
    You wanted me . . .”

    “ Want, ” he corrected through his clenched teeth. “I want you. But I cannot endanger you. I have parasites in my blood that I might pass to you.”

    “They can’t hurt me,” she pointed out, frustrated and growing more annoyed by the moment. She sank down onto the floor and glared at him. “You started this.”

    “I thought I could stay in control enough to separate the parasites and keep them from contact with you, but they go still when you are close and I cannot think straight. I am sorry, Solange. I had thought I would make love to you this rising.”

    She reached up, her fingers caressing the hard, thick length of him, watching with a heated gaze the shudder that ran through his body. “Have you ever heard of a condom? Don’t Carpathians have condoms?
    Because I’m thinking that if you’re all that worried, a condom might be just the thing.”

    His smile was slow in coming. “I had not thought of that. As a rule Carpathians do not need such things.”

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    Look at me—now see yourself through my eyes.
    Look at you: the most beautiful on this earth.

    DOMINIC TO SOLANGE

    D ominic reached for Solange. His body burned for her. He could barely reason with needing her touch, needing her soft skin sliding against him. Needing desperately to be inside of her. His soul raged at him to bind her to him, to claim what belonged to him. To unite them for all time. His discipline was at an end and nothing stood between him and the woman he loved.

    He lifted her into his