Psy & Changelings 02 - Visions of Heat

her moist heat in slow circles against his thigh. The images were so rich in detail, so sexual, she could almost smell the scent of her need. Then she realized that the musky scent was real. It was her. And it appeared to be driving Vaughn over the edge.
    His nostrils flared. “Those jeans are coming off right now if I have to tear them off.” Claws sliced through his skin but he didn’t try to break the bindings.
    Something still sane in her said that this was dangerous, that too much skin-to-skin contact could trigger a catastrophic mental backlash, but she was in no mood to listen. If she’d stopped thinking, then so had Vaughn, neither cognizant of the one huge risk they’d forgotten to speak about.
    “Do it!”
    Releasing the silky hot flesh in her grasp, she rose to stand above him and shimmied out of her jeans and panties. She caught Vaughn’s expression as she threw the clothing aside—he was pure starving male, a very hungry jaguar. His eyes lingered over her breasts before dropping to the curls at the apex of her thighs. And she knew.
    He wanted to devour her.
    But she was in charge of this intimate game and she wanted him first. Going back down onto her knees, she fisted her hand around him again. His whole body became solid muscle as he waited to see what she’d do. She wasn’t sure herself. So much contact, so much sensation, so much need had smashed into her mind that she was no longer sure of anything.
    “But you’re mine to play with.” It was a stubborn, possessive declaration.
    The thick heat of him pulsed in her hand as a roar erupted from his throat. She was fascinated by his untamed fury, overwhelmed by the answering wildness in her, wildness that had been contained for a lifetime and now wanted to tear loose.
    She ran her nails down his chest. Hard.
    His hands jerked at the bindings and the eyes that looked back at her were on the wrong side of feral. “More.”
    Awash in uncensored images of what he wanted, she dipped her head to his neck and bit the skin above his pulse. This time she was gentle, teasing, taking, tasting. His body pushed up and hers pressed down. Shocking heat, raw pleasure. Whimpering, she rubbed her damp need against him to the point where both of them were so out of control, thought was something they’d done in another lifetime.
    Neither of them spoke as she sat up and used her hand to guide him inside her. He was thick. She should’ve gone slow, but she’d moved way beyond doing what she should. The biting pain of a sudden sharp tear inside her didn’t snap her out of the passion-darkness. It was far too late for that. She’d been conquered by the most primal core of her self.
    Mind cascading around her, she began to ride him. He bucked and slammed into her despite his bonds as she slid downward over the near painful thickness of him. Screaming, she did it again. And again. And again.
    Until lightning was all she was and her mind ceased to exist.
     
    Faith was surrounded by fire. Rough, yet deliciously smooth, the contrasting textures enticed her to open her eyes. Gleaming skin lay under her cheek and her fingers were stroking through dark-gold chest hair as if petting a great big cat. The last word opened the floodbanks of memory and she woke fully with a gasp.
    “Shh.” One of Vaughn’s hands stroked down her spine while the other pushed damp hair off her forehead.
    “You’re free.” The bindings were shreds on the headboard.
    “Hmm.” He moved so she was half under him and he could kiss the line of her neck.
    “I survived.” She was remembering that explosion in her mind, when everything she was and everything she’d ever been had seemed to be wiped out.
    His teeth scraped her skin and she shivered. Lightning danced along her bloodstream, nerve endings already sensitized to the extreme.
    “You taste good, Red.”
    Her body was loose, her limbs heavy and sated. “Vaughn. I felt too much.” Yet she was still here, still functioning. She checked her shields. To her shock, the ones against the PsyNet were holding strong, as if anchored by a source outside of her overloaded mind. Impossible.
    All her other shields were gone.
    She clenched her fingers, only then realizing she’d sunk them into Vaughn’s hair. “My shields.”
    “Mmm.” He was licking at her pulse, quick flicks that tugged at something low in her, something rich and dark and hungry. So hungry.
    “The ones that help me hold out the world, they’re gone.” Burned