Carpathian 21 - Dark Peril

cat’s eyes had gone from green to golden. His hand covered her sex, the moist heat calling to him as strongly as the beat of her heart. He exposed his fangs, letting her see, knowing the demon in him was close to the surface; his eyes were glowing. Nothing mattered but her acceptance—her total trust.

    Solange’s breath came out in an explosive rush as he pushed two fingers deep into her hot channel. Her mouth opened, her eyes went wide.

    Dominic!

    Stay with me, kessake. This will be good for you. He soothed her gently, feeling the tremors running through her body. He bent his head and licked at her creamy breast, just along the sweet swell.

    His thumb found her clit as he sank his fangs deep. Her body nearly convulsed. He felt the explosion rocking her, her muscles clamping down on his fingers. Her body nearly bowed. The pain of the bite gave way to the erotic ecstasy. He knew he couldn’t take much, but he wanted to feast on her in every way. She was delicious, her honeyed, spicy taste filling his senses. His cock throbbed and burned. She writhed beneath him, and the urgent need burned white-hot and bright, raging through his veins like a firestorm.
    She moaned softly, and his body reacted with savage aggression, filling so full, the ache turning brutally painful.

    He swept his tongue across the small pinpricks and kissed his way down her belly, an almost frenzied rush.
    He wanted control and tried for it, but the moment he gripped her bottom and lifted her hips to his mouth, all he could think was to feast. He forced himself to check her state of mind just once, his gaze locking with hers. Her eyes gleamed with shocked excitement.

    Solange drew in her breath at the pure sensuality carved into his face and the hunger in his glittering, ever-changing eyes. There was no denying he was losing control, and although she was scared, her body was thrilled. She felt as if she’d been waiting for this moment forever. He paused, staring at her, his lids half-closed, the thick lashes intensifying the vivid blue of his eyes.

    Gaze locked with hers, his tongue slowly swiped through the velvet-soft folds. Her entire body shuddered.
    Her gasp was loud in the silence of the room. She clutched at his broad shoulders, trying to find an anchor when it was already far too late. He made a sound, a low, primitive growl, before he indulged himself. And it was an indulgence. He feasted on her, drawing the hot liquid from her center with strokes of his tongue.
    He licked and caressed. He suckled and nipped. His hands controlled her hips as she bucked helplessly, crying for release, pleading with him to stop—to never stop—as he drove her higher and higher until she felt on the very brink of insanity.

    The fever raged hot and strong, yet she couldn’t quite reach the release she needed no matter how high the pressure built. She couldn’t stop from pushing into him, writhing, head tossing, hips bucking, as out of control as he seemed to be. He was making sounds, deep, animalistic growls as he devoured her, licking and sucking, so that her womb spasmed, wept and clenched, spilling more of the hot cream he needed to try to sate the ferocious hunger.

    Pleasure rippled through her belly, spread down her thighs and centered in her deepest core, hard, curling waves that shook her entire body and rippled through every muscle and cell. She heard her own desperate cry as he suckled her sensitive clit one last time before kneeling up and over her.

    “Wait.” She could barely get the hissing command out. Her body still shuddered with aftershocks and her mind refused to clear.

    Even so, Dominic, always aware of her needs, stilled, his eyes glittering nearly ruby red, lust and impatience stamped on his sensual face. But he didn’t move, his breath coming in ragged, harsh gasps as he watched her struggle to speak.

    Solange drew a deep breath, trying to clear her mind enough to confess. It was necessary. She should have days earlier.

    “Dominic.” She was barely able to get his name out, but she had to tell him. He had to know. “I’ve never been with a man.” She couldn’t still her restless hips from seeking him, as he knelt so close, only an inch from her hungry body.

    He frowned. “Of course you have. You are jaguar. I have seen the images. The man undressed, you . . .”
    His frown deepened. He obviously didn’t want to discuss her past sexual history. “It doesn’t matter.”

    “It does. I’m trying to tell