Warriors of Poseidon 01.5 - Wild Hearts in Atlantis

muscles of his huge thighs and the length of his long, long legs and heard a low, growling noise. It took her a moment to realize that the sound came from her. She wanted to lick him. The cat inside her sat up and begged at the idea.
     
    Kat's mouth dried out as she continued to watch him, unable to tear herself away. He turned, and she caught sight of his huge chest and the silky hair that arrowed down his abdomen to the erection that was as fierce and strong and huge as the rest of him. The heated emotions of her inner cat got tangled up with her own, more human, thoughts, and all she could think was yes, yes, oh, that, I want that, I want to lick him and bite him and I want to play, and I want to feel him pounding inside me with that, oh, please, oh, please, I'm so cold, I've always been so cold, I want that heat. A warm torrent of silky wet heat dripped between her thighs at the thought, at the sheer aching desire of it, and she moaned, digging her nails into the wood of the windowsill.
     
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    And he turned, sparkling with the luminescence of the water surrounding him, and looked straight into her eyes.
     
    Bastien felt her watching him. Knew she was behind the window. The feral warrior who lurked behind the amiable mask he showed the world roared inside him, wanting to get to her. Wanting to possess her. Needing to at least show her exactly what she did to him.
     
    It wasn't gallant or courteous or gentle. It was sheer raw need pouring through him at the thought of her watching him. He turned to face her house and the window where he knew she stood. Planted his feet and let her see him. All of him. Let her see his fierce arousal—his desire for her. Only for her.
     
    Felt his legs tremble with the force of his longing. When he met her gaze through the glass, the shock of awareness sparked and burned through his veins. She wanted him, too.
     
    Grimly determined, he released the water he'd been channeling and headed for the steps to her house. Prayed she wouldn't deny him. But realized, with the sliver of rational thought left to him, that they might both be better off if she did.

Chapter Nine
    Kat knew the second Bastien made the decision. She saw his eyes change; saw them darken with a heat that mirrored her own. Watched in awe as the tendrils of water sparkling around him suddenly pulsed with a shimmering blue green light. Nearly fell to her knees when he started for her door.
     
    What had she unleashed, and why was it exhilaration rather than fear that swept through her? She shivered at the prospect of tasting passion in the arms of a warrior Wild Hearts In Atlantis – Warriors of Poseidon 1.5
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    who'd stepped straight out of a legend. She heard the door bang open, and the sound sent shockwaves trembling through her.
     
    Clutching the folds of her robe at her throat, she didn't even pretend to back away. She wanted him—oh, dear God in heaven, how she wanted him—and he was coming.
    Stalking down the hall toward her with the arrogant pride of a warrior and the lethal menace of a predator. She didn't know which aroused her more. The cat inside her snarled its mingled defiance and desire, while the woman made a low, moaning sound in her throat.
     
    He stopped, mere inches away, and looked down at her. His jaw clenched with the effort it cost him to remain still; to keep from touching her. The passion in his eyes seared into her, and she felt the melting in her core as it dripped warm, creamy wetness onto her thighs. He still said nothing, but the faint trembling shudder that shook through his body reassured her. This was no ravager to take without permission. He wanted her, but he waited.
     
    The knowledge of her power over this warrior from ancient prophecy thrilled her beyond any desire she'd ever felt, and she had to put her hands out to his chest to hold herself upright. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes."
     
    Bastien heard her surrender and threw his head back and roared out his claim. He had channeled the fury of lightning itself before, but had never known this searing fire that burned through his blood. The hunger echoed in his pulse and in hers, which he heard quickening as he reached out to her. Finally, finally put his hands in that wealth of glorious hair and gently wrapped one palm around the back of her head to pull her to him.
     
    "Kat," he murmured. "Lady Kat, do you say yes to me? If yes, you will be mine