Drake Sisters 06 - Turbulent Sea

eyes that were too old for his years, held too much knowledge and too much pain - or nothing at all. She inhaled sharply. Right now those blue eyes glittered with arousal - with lust - with the need for her - for the heat and fire she could provide.
    'Kiss me, Joley.' His voice was nearly a growl.
    She recognized the command. He wouldn't close that scant inch between them; he was insisting she give herself to him.
    'I'm afraid.'
    T know.' His hands framed her face, his body shifting even more to blanket hers. 'Kiss me now.'
    'If I do this, there's no going back for me. You're asking me to give myself to you, and I won't ever be the same.'
    One hand, warm and rough, slid down her throat, over the swell of her breast, moved with infinite slowness over her thin shirt to find the hem. Fingers bunched the material and his fist caressed her stomach, still holding her shirt. 'Kiss me.'
    Molten liquid pooled low and wicked. Inner muscles rippled and heated. His voice was implacable. Imperative.
    Commanding. The sound sent a shiver down her spine, teased her nipples into hard pebbles. She took a ragged breath.
    She was so susceptible to him.
    'Ilya.' His name came out a raspy whisper. A plea to save her from herself.
    His head lowered, his silky hair brushing over her skin like caressing fingers. His lips brushed over her neck just below her ear, tongue licking wickedly, teeth scraping, sending her nerve endings into shock. He lifted his head again, his gaze, hot and hungry, colliding with her desperate one. 'Kiss me, Joley. Stop running and kiss me.'
    Heat radiated from his body. His need for her surrounded her, enclosed her in raw sexual hunger. His song crashed around her, demanding her compliance, terrifying her even as it seduced her. Her womb contracted. Her obsession for him stole her breath. She knew what he was asking - no -demanding. He wanted surrender - complete surrender.
    She touched his lips, tracing the firm, warm curves. 'Do you know what you're asking of me? Do you really know who I am?' She was really asking if she was safe, but she could see by his expression he wouldn't let her get away with that. He insisted on blind trust.
    'Damn it, Joley. Fucking kiss me now.'
    His voice was rough, agonized, almost a growl, but so sensual Joley felt a spasm in her deepest core. She cried out, a gasping plea, tormented with hunger for him. It seemed as if she'd needed him for so long she couldn't think of anything else but having him buried inside her. His hand slid down the slope of her belly, sending each muscle curling into a tight ball of desire. In desperation she closed that small distance, her mouth finding his, arms circling his neck, fists bunched in his hair, holding on as if to a life preserver.
    Their tongues twined and danced, hot licks, desperate frenzied kisses, devouring one another, feeding on each other's passion. He kissed her as though his very life, his very survival depended on it. He kissed her as if he could never get enough of her or the taste of her.
    He shifted again, throwing the cover from the bed onto the floor, his mouth never leaving hers, caging her with his body. She felt his heavy erection, thick and hard, pressed tight against her thigh, and another needy moan escaped.
    Her head fell back as his mouth moved across her chin and down her throat, teeth taking small nips as if he wanted to take a bite out of her, his tongue easing each sting. His lips went to the neckline of her thin tee, and he frowned, lifting his head for a minute to look down at the cloth covering her heaving breasts. He simply caught at it with one hand and jerked hard, ripping the material from her body and tossing it aside. Her whole body clenched, her temperature shooting up at his display of impatience.
    'Mine,' he growled and lowered his head to feast on the swollen, aching mounds.
    The harsh sound of his voice sent a ripple of fire shooting through her veins, nearly sending her over the edge, her body pulsing with desire, the muscles of her silken sheath clenching hard. His mouth was fiery hot, closing over her nipple, suckling strongly. Joley shivered as sensations poured through her.
    She was terrified he had read her mind and would take her down a seductive path from which she could never return, yet she couldn't stop, couldn't find the will to resist his dark seduction. His body was hard and hot, spreading fire through her, sending electrical currents sizzling through her veins. His mouth was rough,