Ghostwalker 05 - Deadly Game

and falling rapidly. Her breasts thrust up from the open shirt, her legs bare and sprawled apart, her body open to him. She was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Her gaze dropped to his fist curled around his thick erection. There was a drop glistening like a pearl on the large, swollen head. Her gaze locked with his, Mari leaned forward and licked it off.
    His entire body locked up, a firestorm raging hot and wild, a fever building so fast, so intense, he shuddered, his heart thudding loudly in his ears. Sweat broke out, beading on his brow. She was killing him. Killing him.

    He caught her face in his hands and forced her dark eyes to meet his smoldering gaze.
    "Mari, honey, you have to be sure." His voice was hoarse. "I'm not going to be able to stop in another minute. I don't have a damn thing to use as protection and this is bullshit, taking you here. I'm not going to be gentle and loving like you deserve. And I don't want to hurt you. I'm so damned afraid of hurting you, but I swear I'll give you more pleasure than you've ever had in your life. If you can't do this with me, go all the way, take everything I need to give you, you've got to tell me to stop now and I swear to you, I'll find the strength to leave you alone."
    "Ken, please," she whispered, her dark eyes pleading. "I want you so much I can't think straight. This is our moment. We have to take it or it may never come again. Give me this, give me a memory, something real, to last me forever."
    He took her lips. He tried for gentle, but the moment he slid his tongue into the velvet darkness of her mouth, he was lost in a haze of madness. Lust rose, so sharp and terrible it consumed him, ate him alive. He took her mouth, giving in to the demons riding him so hard.
    Hard hands held her still. Mari was shocked at his enormous strength, at her own sudden arousal at his aggression, so hot and fast and hard, shaking her body before she was ready, almost pushing her into an orgasm before he'd really touched her. His ragged breath was harsh as he bit at her lip, his teeth and tongue doing wild things to her mouth until she couldn't see, let alone think.
    His lips moved down her neck, tiny stinging kisses that left fire dancing over her nerve endings. His thumb and finger caught her nipple, rolling and tugging until her head thrashed back and forth over the pillow and she sobbed out his name. She hadn't known she could feel this way, hadn't known that a small burst of pain could bring heat flaring and his tongue could feel like velvet over smarting hypersensitive skin.
    He kissed his way down to her breasts, stopping there to feast, wanting her in a frenzy of desire, needing her compliance, afraid that if she fought him, he'd go wild. His hand moved lower, savoring the shape and texture of her, cupping her hot, damp mound, feeling satisfaction as her hips bucked and another soft sob escaped. He slid a finger into the deep recesses, searching for honey and spice and a way to make her his for eternity.
    "Spread your legs for me, Mari." His voice was harsh, hands rough on her thighs, forcing her obedience before she could give it to him, positioning her so he could kiss his way down her belly button, pausing to nibble the underside of her breasts, trace each rib, and lavish attention on her abdomen with hot licks as if she were an ice cream cone.
    "Ken." Desperate, she fisted her hands in his hair, trying to drag him over her, to blanket her.
    He caught her wrists and jerked them down. "Behave," he ordered. "We do this my way.
    I warned you, it has to be my way." Because watching her lose control, watching the lust build into mindless need, fed his violent instincts and increased his pleasure. The more she came apart for him, the better it was for him.
    "I can't take it. You're too slow."
    "Stay still," he repeated, his voice roughening. His tongue followed his finger in a long, slow sweep searching for the nectar he was craving.
    She nearly came off the cot, her sobs real, her hips thrashing wildly. He smacked the side of her bottom in warning and watched the answering flare of arousal in her eyes. Ken clamped one arm down tight across her hips, pinning her down. His need raged white-hot now, coursing through his body with the force of a tidal wave, a storm of fire so out of control it was crowning. He didn't just need her body; he wanted her soul. He wanted her so tied to him she would do anything he asked, anything he demanded of her.
    Mari raised her