Dreams of a Dark Warrior

feel the electricity sparking off her.
Addictive.
When their faces were only a few inches apart, he rasped, “He didn’t kiss your pretty little ears or tongue those stiff nipples?”
I would have. Wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.
    She sounded like she’d stifled a moan. “For that first time, he was trying to keep me from coming before he could claim me. He knows I love to climax when I’m being filled, but sometimes I orgasm too quickly.”
    Almighty.
He had to cough into his fist before he could grate, “Do you, then?”
    She nodded. “And he knew he had plenty of time for that. He planned to have sex with me at least …” She trailed off once more.
    Gaze locked on hers, Declan told her, “He’d fuck you till you lost count.”
    ***
    Thunder rumbled outside from Regin’s lightning. She was on fire for …
Declan Chase?
    The customary coldness in his eyes had been replaced with a wicked glint. His face was flushed with color, highlighting his handsome features—that chiseled jawline and those broad cheekbones. His firm kissable lips …
    Somehow he’d turned everything around, tantalizing her with glimpses of what Aidan used to be like when he was aroused—carnal, a touch playful, yet definitely in charge.
    And still Chase was so different from Aidan. He was complicated; she never seemed to have any idea what he was thinking. His thick accent made shivers dance over her skin.
    And the way he gazed at her …
    Those heated looks tinged with that unmistakable
yearning
were doing funny things to her. This wicked, sexy Irishman made her feel punch-drunk.
    Gods, his mouth was so close. She wanted it on her own.
    “Go on, Regin.”
    “Our tongues were twining, our lips locked so tight that we were breathing for each other. My claws sank deep into the rigid muscles of his ass to drag him closer, but by this time I was just hanging on for dear life—because he was pounding between my thighs with all his might.”
    Chase groaned, rubbing his palm along his length, making her gasp. But when he realized what he’d done, his cheeks flooded with color, and he fistedhis gloved hands beside his hips. “And then … ?”
    Drawing from memory, she told him, “Just when I thought I’d pass out from pleasure, he clasped me against his big body with his arms like bands around me, while he shuddered and plunged. I tried to last, but I couldn’t stop from coming. He groaned in my ear that he could feel me squeezing him, that he’d give me what I needed. That he was going to come so hard, it’d feel like a thrust inside me. He had to throw back his head and yell—”
    “Could you feel his spend?” Chase demanded, his breaths quickening.
    Now she moaned, as much from the memory as from his question. “It flooded me, so hot that I orgasmed again.”
    They must have reached Chase’s limit; without a word, he lunged forward, lifting her from the bath.
    Declan set her on the bathroom counter, wedging his hips between her thighs.
    “Chase?” Whatever she saw in his expression made her fall silent, simply letting him feast his eyes on her.
    He was spellbound as streams of water descended from her slender neck past the delicate line of her collarbone. From there, droplets slipped between the swells of her breasts to her flat belly and lower, drawing his eyes to the small patch of blond curls between her legs. Just like in his dreams.
    Now he nearly went to his knees at the sight. “You’re so beautiful, Valkyrie.”
And I have no idea what I’m goin’ to do with you.
He’d meant only to kiss her, butnow he wanted…
more.
“I need to touch you.” He quaked with the need.
Explore every golden inch of you.
    When was the last time he’d felt anticipation—or experienced anything that he couldn’t get enough of?
    “I’m yours, Chase. You can do whatever you like to me. Just take off your gloves.”
    Frustration whipped him. “You think I don’t want to?” He knew the whispers in the ward, knew everyone believed he didn’t like to touch or be touched.
    Right now, he wanted to feel her more than anything. But to reveal the backs of his hands to her … ?
    An idea arose. “Do no’ move from this spot, Regin. Do you understand me?”
    She gave him a sarcastic salute that made her breasts bob. He bit back a groan as he turned toward his room.
    He ransacked his meticulously stowed belongings until he found what he sought, then returned to her, holding it up like a prize.
    She raised her brows.