Psy & Changelings 02 - Visions of Heat

thinking with her body. And she was coping. More than coping. She was enjoying . Much more of her conditioning had failed than she’d initially estimated. She didn’t care.
    Sitting back up, she reached behind her to unhook the bra and slide it down her arms and off her fingertips. Knowing that Vaughn couldn’t touch her, couldn’t push her, gave her courage, but it also increased the heat. There was something highly erotic about what they were doing and Faith knew it had to do with trust and intimate secrets. Vaughn would never let anyone else tie him down as she’d done.
    He growled again and this time she could hear the difference. The deep rumble wasn’t a threat but a demand. Flicking aside the discarded bra, she straddled him, blindingly aware of the pulsing length of his erection. If she slid back a bare few inches, she’d be able to rub over him with the hot, swollen flesh between her legs.
    Mercy.
    The temptation was intense but she remained rational enough to know she couldn’t overload her senses that quickly. She hadn’t reached her limit. It was simply a question of speed.
    Letting her hair cascade around them, she leaned down, but kept her breasts out of reach of his mouth. She had no idea why she was teasing him like this, hadn’t even known she had the ability to tease, yet she was certain it was bringing him pleasure. Her jaguar might demand, but not having his demands fulfilled at once didn’t anger him. It only heightened the sensations.
    Not really caring how she knew that, she used her finger to trace his mouth and when he threatened to bite, she acquiesced to him, taking that wandering finger into his mouth. He sucked so hard she thought she could feel it in her womb.
    The sensation was rich, heady, and had an unexpected effect. “My breasts hurt.” Such a private complaint.
    He allowed her to withdraw her finger. “Come here.”
    More than willing to oblige him this time, she watched as his mouth closed over her nipple. Her mind blanked at the instant of contact and then restarted in a shock wave of desire. She clawed the sheets beside his shoulders but didn’t move away. Because she was desperate for more, her addiction to Vaughn was growing with alarming speed.
    A scream locked in her throat as he switched his attention to her neglected nipple. When he tugged with careful teeth, she bent even closer, her hair a dark red curtain that focused the intimacy to an excruciating pitch. Silver shot through her mind. Sanity broke piece by piece. She didn’t care.
    Shifting focus, Vaughn let go of her nipple to scrape his teeth along the vulnerable underside of her breast. Her heart seemed to stop beating.
    Giving an incoherent cry, she jerked down his body in a ragged movement. She might’ve kept going had Vaughn’s roar not split the soft darkness into two. Her entire body froze. That was when she realized her jean-clad form was rubbing over the head of his erection. Vaughn jerked at the restraints, the veins on his arms and shoulders pumped with blood. And she became conscious of the fact that he could break the bindings with his strength alone.
    But there was no danger, not yet. Heart still not back in the right rhythm, she slid farther down, freeing the hot, hard length of his arousal. He didn’t care for that. “Get back.” It was a snapped command in a voice coated with the thick animal sexuality of the changeling he was.
    Shaking her head, she used her hand to claim him as she’d done at the cottage. His body bucked upward, powerful muscle and gleaming flesh.
    “You’re so hot,” she whispered, breath coming in pants, “so silky.” She loved touching him.
    He growled and it was very close to the edge. “Enough.”
    “No.” She wasn’t going to let go until she was finished—if the conditioned pain crippled her, this chance might never come again. And there were lots of things she wanted to do to this magnificent male at her mercy.
    “It’ll feel better if you take off the jeans.”
    She blinked, surprised to see that she’d changed position so she could grind the ache between her legs against one muscular thigh. Her hand tightened on him.
    His breath hissed out. “Off,” he ordered. “Take those damn jeans off!”
    “But to do that I’d have to stop,” she muttered.
    Vaughn’s eyes went even more cat, if that was possible. “Imagine how good it’ll feel.”
    Explicit images crashed into her mind, scenes of her naked and wild above him as she ground