the next moment she had her mouth fully against his.
The decanter fell . Probably broke. He didn’t care. He had his hands about her shoulders to lift her. Gain her. Press her to him. Hold her. Oh joy! Heaven. Oh bliss. Shaking overtook his entire frame as he held her, devouring her tongue and lips as she was his. Sensation rocketed through him, manufactured and then shipped everywhere by the absolute pleasure. Sweetness! Light! Paradise! He’d forgotten what a kiss felt like. No! He’d never known such a kiss as this. His eyes watered. He slammed them shut. And that put the situation beyond the scope of containment.
S omehow he had to contain the ignition. The absolute need. Powerful craving. Intense want. Somehow rein back the absolute passion that was overtaking him. If seeing his fangs caused her to faint, just a glimpse of the bestial side would terrify her.
It was scaring him.
Devereaux locked his limbs. Tightened his muscles. Strained to pull back desire that was proving uncontainable. His canines lengthened despite his effort. Razor-sharp. Efficient. They scraped along the sensitive skin of her inner lip, opening a cut. He rocked back at the first taste, and then his entire frame reacted, lifting them almost to the ceiling. And she wasn’t helping. Her every breath alternately burned then cooled. The moans she made only added to the blazing urgency. While her movements…! Oh sweetness! Every move seemed calculated to stoke the conflagration higher. It was her hands shoving his jacket from his shoulders, and pushing it to his elbows. Her form pressing closer, shoving nice-sized breasts against his pecs. Her fingers moving up his throat, threading through the hair he’d tied back…pulling it loose. And her teeth somehow slicing into his lip.
Oh love !
Devereaux pulled away to howl, his voice loud enough to make the chandelier beside him rattle . And then he released one hand to slide his sleeve off. Replaced it at her shoulders. Released his left hand. Shook the jacket free. He didn’t care where it fell. It wasn’t possible to ignore the throb of vein at her throat a moment longer. And he stabbed fully into it, sucking like a thing possessed, and shaking along with every tremor of her frame as she cried. And sobbed. And made exquisite sounds of ecstasy that surrounded him. Weaving a symphonic aura so vivid, it almost supported them.
Her cries changed to little mews that sounded like they carried pleasure. And then weakness. Devereaux wrenched himself away, spraying her fluid through the space, while his groan only intensified the scene. No! He wasn’t changing her. He had to stop. Somehow. Pull back. By some means. Despite how every atom throughout his body felt as if it hated him. And seemed to promise to make him pay. He still wasn’t changing her. Not yet. Not unless she asked. He wasn’t taking the choice from her.
And why the hell did he have to get that noble all of a sudden?
“Oh. Devereaux. Wow. Devereaux. Oh. Devereaux.”
She was whispering the words . Like a sonnet. She had her head lolling back and forth along her shoulders. Her lips pursed into a kiss whose power was broadened by the hint of blood droplets on them. His entire body pulsed against the constriction he’d placed on it, his head barely missing the plastered ceiling. It took three of her heartbeats in time before he had it conquered. And then he gazed back at her. Grinned. Watched her eyes widen.
“ Oh. You haven’t seen anything yet, Love,” he informed her.
The trill that went through her and transferred into him probably had laughter at its core. She didn’t make much sound with it, but he felt it. Reveled in it.
“ Oh…wow. Will I…survive it?”
He chuckled . “I don’t even know if I will.”
“Wow . Oh…Devereaux. Wow. What are we waiting for, then?”
She’d been wrong with her assumption to her employee, Stan, earlier. Devereaux had eight bedrooms in his estate. Along with
The decanter fell . Probably broke. He didn’t care. He had his hands about her shoulders to lift her. Gain her. Press her to him. Hold her. Oh joy! Heaven. Oh bliss. Shaking overtook his entire frame as he held her, devouring her tongue and lips as she was his. Sensation rocketed through him, manufactured and then shipped everywhere by the absolute pleasure. Sweetness! Light! Paradise! He’d forgotten what a kiss felt like. No! He’d never known such a kiss as this. His eyes watered. He slammed them shut. And that put the situation beyond the scope of containment.
S omehow he had to contain the ignition. The absolute need. Powerful craving. Intense want. Somehow rein back the absolute passion that was overtaking him. If seeing his fangs caused her to faint, just a glimpse of the bestial side would terrify her.
It was scaring him.
Devereaux locked his limbs. Tightened his muscles. Strained to pull back desire that was proving uncontainable. His canines lengthened despite his effort. Razor-sharp. Efficient. They scraped along the sensitive skin of her inner lip, opening a cut. He rocked back at the first taste, and then his entire frame reacted, lifting them almost to the ceiling. And she wasn’t helping. Her every breath alternately burned then cooled. The moans she made only added to the blazing urgency. While her movements…! Oh sweetness! Every move seemed calculated to stoke the conflagration higher. It was her hands shoving his jacket from his shoulders, and pushing it to his elbows. Her form pressing closer, shoving nice-sized breasts against his pecs. Her fingers moving up his throat, threading through the hair he’d tied back…pulling it loose. And her teeth somehow slicing into his lip.
Oh love !
Devereaux pulled away to howl, his voice loud enough to make the chandelier beside him rattle . And then he released one hand to slide his sleeve off. Replaced it at her shoulders. Released his left hand. Shook the jacket free. He didn’t care where it fell. It wasn’t possible to ignore the throb of vein at her throat a moment longer. And he stabbed fully into it, sucking like a thing possessed, and shaking along with every tremor of her frame as she cried. And sobbed. And made exquisite sounds of ecstasy that surrounded him. Weaving a symphonic aura so vivid, it almost supported them.
Her cries changed to little mews that sounded like they carried pleasure. And then weakness. Devereaux wrenched himself away, spraying her fluid through the space, while his groan only intensified the scene. No! He wasn’t changing her. He had to stop. Somehow. Pull back. By some means. Despite how every atom throughout his body felt as if it hated him. And seemed to promise to make him pay. He still wasn’t changing her. Not yet. Not unless she asked. He wasn’t taking the choice from her.
And why the hell did he have to get that noble all of a sudden?
“Oh. Devereaux. Wow. Devereaux. Oh. Devereaux.”
She was whispering the words . Like a sonnet. She had her head lolling back and forth along her shoulders. Her lips pursed into a kiss whose power was broadened by the hint of blood droplets on them. His entire body pulsed against the constriction he’d placed on it, his head barely missing the plastered ceiling. It took three of her heartbeats in time before he had it conquered. And then he gazed back at her. Grinned. Watched her eyes widen.
“ Oh. You haven’t seen anything yet, Love,” he informed her.
The trill that went through her and transferred into him probably had laughter at its core. She didn’t make much sound with it, but he felt it. Reveled in it.
“ Oh…wow. Will I…survive it?”
He chuckled . “I don’t even know if I will.”
“Wow . Oh…Devereaux. Wow. What are we waiting for, then?”
She’d been wrong with her assumption to her employee, Stan, earlier. Devereaux had eight bedrooms in his estate. Along with
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