Velvet Haven

wanted this woman. It was more than the Legacy Curse. He wanted to touch her. To strip her naked and look at her. He wanted her breasts in his hands, his mouth. He wanted to taste her, to feel the silk of her pussy on his tongue. And after, he wanted to lie with her and watch her sleeping in his arms. He wanted to kiss her awake and talk with her. Learn everything about her, in and out of bed.
    He grew longer and thicker as she shifted her weight, aware of his cock, which was growing against the cleft of her sex. He wanted to tie her up and keep her with him all night long. He wanted those chocolate brown eyes on him as he went down on her, and he wanted her nails in his shoulders and her screams in his ear.
    He wanted her awakened to him and the kind of pleasure he could give her.
    Closing his eyes, Bran eased his body against hers. He wouldn’t mind sliding into her this way, with his face in her hair, the long silky strands cocooning him as he slowly thrust his cock into her. He’d enjoy the slow slide as he whispered sex words and took her with his hard body. He imagined it, sliding his thick length into her, opening the petals of her sex as he thrust in. He’d fill his big hands with her breasts and watch as her lips parted on a moan.
    He imagined the sounds she’d make as he shoved up into her; the way her breath would escape as she shuddered atop him. He saw her head thrown back as she let herself go, let herself be taken by him, and the image had him in knots—and leaking. The tip of his cock was wet and a drop of pre- come dribbled down his shaft.
    “Are you wet, Mairi?” She gulped, and he slid his finger down the column of her throat. “Are you thinking of us together?”
    She blinked rapidly, but didn’t answer.
    “Are you thinking of my fingers inside you? My tongue?”
    “I know I shouldn’t,” she murmured even as he watched her nipples bead beneath her top.
    “But can you resist? Can you leave tonight not knowing what it is like to be pleasured by me? To be fucked by me?”
    She gasped as his palms slid up her thighs to the zipper of her jeans, where he brushed his fingers over the metal in an unmistakable invitation.
    “We may still be strangers, Mairi, but we won’t be when we’re done. We’ll be as intimate as any man and woman could be. Let me be the first stranger you have, Mairi.”
    He saw the struggle in her eyes, the will to deny what she was feeling. Brushing his fingers along her denim-clad sex, he said, “Tell me you don’t want me. That you’re not already wet and aching, and I’ll leave you.”
    “I wish I could. But the truth is . . . I want to feel you inside me. Deep inside .”
    “Is that a yes, Mairi?”
    She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. “That’s a you’d-better-hurry-up-before-I-change-my-mind yes.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

    They stood before a mirror. The room Bran had taken her to was dark, lit only with black candles. In the reflection of the glass, Bran stood behind her, watching her, his gaze skating over her body. She couldn’t believe she was here with him, prepared to have sex with him. It was so out of character for her, but she could not have denied him for anything. She was simply dying to feel him naked on top of her, his cock in her hand and between her thighs.
    It might bring disaster, but right now nothing in the world seemed more right than to be here with Bran, giving in to the sexual fantasy that had ruled her dreams for weeks. With him she had forgotten about the voice from last night and the fear that had overwhelmed her. She’d forgotten about seeing Suriel again tonight. With the first touch of his hands on her she had felt healed. Safe.
    “Is it still yes, Mairi?”
    Her gaze flew to his in the mirror. He was asking her, giving her another chance. With a nod, she answered him.
    She watched the descent of his stare in the mirror, saw his hand leave his side as he reached for her hair and pushed it back over her shoulder. God, she had never felt this hot, this reckless before. She was literally trembling and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
    Her eyes closed as his fingers trailed along her neck. The hum she felt when he touched her made her skin hot and tight.
    His finger left her throat and trailed down her shirt, where it traced the darkened circle of her areola. The nipple puckered, begging for his touch.
    The hum in his body took over hers. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She wanted him touching her, his hands