Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

time to the shaft in her mouth. She dug her nails into his thigh, desperate for all of him, even though he was intimidating her just a little, controlling her head with a hard hand at her nape and a fist in her hair as his rhythm became harder and faster.

    She felt him swelling, and he immediately withdrew, breathing deep. "Not like this, baby."

    "I can feel your need, see it in your mind," she protested, "I want to do this for you."

    "Another day I want to feel you sucking me dry." He closed his eyes briefly, the feeling, the image, in his i
    m nd of her wanting him to finish in her mouth, her desperate for all of him, anywhere, anytime, all of him. "But not tonight. Tonight I want to be so deep inside of you that you'll never get me out. I want to brand you mine forever."

    She was fairly certain he already had. She couldn't imagine doing the things she was doing with anyone else. Her body was still on fire, every part of her aching and need .
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    He caught her chin, forcing her to meet his suddenly cold gaze. "I'd kill them."

    "You mean me," she corrected.

    He loved her. She was already in his heart, buried deep in his soul. "Never you. I could never hurt you." And he couldn't.

    She was one of the people in the world—maybe the only person—who was truly safe, even if she shattered his heart.

    He pulled her to her feet and walked her backward until they were behind the couch. He spun her around and once again caught the nape of her neck, bending her forward over the high back, pressing her head down so that the shirt road up over her enticing curves.
    "I think this shirt has become my favorite." He didn't wait. Didn't give her time. He couldn't.

    He slammed into her, hard and deep, through the hot, slick folds, the tight muscles that reluctantly gave a
    w y and then gripped him hard, rippling like live silk. Her cry was loud, echoing through the house, but his was hoarse, strangling his throat, pleasure ripping through his body. He couldn't believe what it was like wanting her. The intensity of h s i
    need was so strong he could barely stay in control. She was so damned hot and tight, so i
    s lky soft and slick, he had to fight to hold back his climax. Around Tansy, his control went right up in smoke.

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    Lightning whipped through him, scorching him. He caught her hips in his hands, and brought her back to him as he surged forward, needing to plunge deeper into the dark recesses of her tight sheath. Lust and love whirled together until he couldn't tell one from the other. Emotions surged through him, filling his mind and heart when he barely could sustain feeling any other time. Where he was cold and dark, she was as hot as the sun and bathed him in her light.

    He slammed home again and stopped, feeling her tense, throb a round him, tighten, and
    grasp with her silken muscles. Slowly he bent over her, even as he tugged on her hair, bringing her head up. His lips whispered over her ear. "You fucking save my soul, Tansy.
    Every time." It was stupid of him to give up so much of himself to her, but he couldn't stop himself. He needed her to know what she was to him—that he might demand her total surrender, but he was hers, all the way, and he surrendered himself completely to her.

    He moved again. Long and slow, taking her to the edge, until he heard a sob escape. He wanted to do a little sobbing himself, his breath hitching, and love choking and clogging his throat. But he held on, pushing her past every limit, poising her on the edge of release, only to pull back, prolonging, building, seeing how high he could take them both.

    Tansy heard the sob in her voice as she pleaded with him for release. He was relentless, burying himself deep and hard, and then just when she was certain she couldn't take anymore and she'd find release, he'd pull back, slow down, change his pace, all the while putting pressure on her most sensitive spot. Her legs shook, and her body shuddered with urgent need, a a
    w re of every inch of his thick shaft buried deep inside her.

    "Hold still."

    She couldn't. He couldn't possible think she could, when she was on the verge of mind-numbing pleasure. He held it just out of her reach, and she writhed and bucked in a desperate attem t to i
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    mpale herself.

    "Not yet. You're going to take me with you and I don't want to end this." He pressed kisses down