Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

she was arching into him and the hands that had been pushing him away were pulling him closer.
    “Fine,” she muttered. “I guess I’ll keep you.”
    He laughed and kissed his way down her belly, caressing her thighs and pushing them apart. He lay over her, his hands on her abdomen, his arms locking her hips in place while he bent to taste her. Beneath him, she jumped, her hips jerking, but he held her still and took several long, satisfying licks.The honeyed taste of her was sexy as hell, and he decided waking up should be all about indulgence. He could have his way every morning and be a happy man all day.
    “You’re so beautiful.”
    Her body was flushed, her thighs tight. Muscles bunched in her stomach and dew glistened on the tiny corkscrew curls guarding the treasure he was after. He held her open to him, and bent his head and drank, tongue stabbing deep, circling her clit and drawing out nectar.
    Her body thrashed, but he held her firmly, giving her a small smack on her bottom. The little flair of heat sent more honey his way.He lapped it up in appreciation. “Stay still. This is my time, you can do whatever you want later—after all, I have to show you navy men are up to the task.”
    Saber moaned, clutching at the pillow to keep from lifting off the bed. His tongue was like fire, stroking little flames around her clit. He suckled, the sound sexy, sinfully wicked. A sob of pleasure escaped and she clawed the sheets, trying to stay still for him. His eyes went hot and dark with lust as he felt the first tremors in her body.
    “Oh, yeah, baby, come apart for me.” His finger swept over her slick heat, pushing deep, and she felt the rush of an orgasm overtaking her. Instantly he bent his head again and used his sinful mouth to increase the strength of the quakes, his tongue probing deep, until she went wild, thrashing under him and crying out his name.
    Jess grinned as he pulled back. She was so beautiful with her eyes nearly opaque and the signs of his mouth all over her. He kissed her thighs and laced her fingers between his own, stretching her arms over her head and pinning her hands to the mattress as he bent forward to find her mouth with his. He could kiss her forever. He planned on kissing her forever.

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    He took his time kissing her over and over, deepening each until he could feel the same urgency in her as he felt. He shifted, sliding from the mattress, wanting to be on his feet, dragging her body to the edge of his bed.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Anything.” He lifted her hips and bent to drink again. She cried out brokenly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Everything.” He licked another offering of warm honey and then straightened over her.
    “Open your mouth.”
    He looked huge standing over her like some avenging god, but she couldn’t resist the driving hunger in him. She wanted to taste him, wanted to see how far she could drive him before he lost control.
    “This is supposed to happen after the wedding,” she pointed out as he pushed his hips closer, nudging her lips with the broad flared head of his heavy erection.
    “You’re my wife,” he said.“In every sense of the word, you’re my wife.”
    She let him wait a heartbeat before she licked the small pearly drop from the head. His hips jerked and he caught her hair in his hands like reins. She laughed as he pushed into her mouth eagerly. The sound traveled up his shaft like a vibration and she felt him shudder, saw him throw back his head and close his eyes.
    She took him deep, her tongue teasing along the underside of the broad head, finding the most sensitive spot, while her hand circled the base, fingers caressing. She loved him with her mouth, suckling hard and flattening her tongue only to shift back to a slower pace. She matched her rhythm with his, the heartbeat, the quickening breath so she could follow more easily what pleased him best. Everything seemed to please him. His hips began an urgent thrusting, and she felt him thicken more, harden into silken steel.
    It was Jess who pulled away, his breath coming in harsh gasps. “Not so fast, woman of mine. You’re going to kill me.”
    “You deserve to be killed for leaving me.”
    He caught her easily and flipped her over onto her stomach, yanking her back so that her hips hung over the bed. One arm banded around her waist while his other hand immediately went between her legs,