Jessa Slade - Dark Hunter's Touch

The mist had thickened and coiled in sinister figures, half seen and menacing…ravenous and seeking.

Well, they could back the hell off; he already had her.

The pendant had slipped off center and the V of the chain arrowed over her left breast. He framed the lower curve of her breast between his thumb and forefinger and plumped the flesh until the blue stone shifted over the darkening skin of her nipple. She moaned again as he pressed his lips to the center of the V, just off the upper swell of her breast where her heartbeat matched itself to his.

“I refuse to scream ‘Mo’ when I come,” he whispered. “Give me your real name,”

She shook her head fretfully. “Who said you are going to come? And my name doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me.” He looked at her. The cold nipped at the moisture of her skin, dampening his lips.

“Imogene,” she gasped. “Just don’t stop.”

He dipped his head again and laughed against her flesh. His lower lip brushed over the steel and closed on her puckered flesh. He traced his tongue in a slow circle around her nipple, drawing the peaked pebble deeper into his mouth.

She moaned and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him close.

Around them, the shadows shifted in vain, as if casting around for something gone missing. Vaile closed his eyes and ignored the cold darkness that pulsed around them in favor of the vibrant warmth beneath his hands.

His body shifted in response to each minute motion of hers, like a dance. She tilted her shoulder, and he suckled at her other breast. She angled one foot back to take his weight, and he nudged his knee between her legs. The wispy fabric of her shorts slipped over his thigh, less obtrusive than even the sheerest bedsheets. He might as well be naked for all the modesty his own shorts offered.

As if she’d read his thoughts—certainly she could not mistake his interest—her hands slipped along his shoulders and down his arms to settle just above his hip bones. Another scant inch and she could slip down his waistband.

Instead, she pushed him back. “Vaile.” Her voice was hoarse. “They’re gone. You can stop now.”

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