Raging Passions by Amanda Sidhe

with Caden. She hadn’t considered that until this moment, not that she and Ripper had an exclusive sexual arrangement. Slowly, he drew one hand up to her shoulder and brushed her hair from her throat. His nose nuzzled into the curve of her neck just beneath her ear and inhaled. He slid his hand from her shoulder, down in a slow, tickling glide across the swells of her breasts that crested over the top of her red leather halter and back up to her other shoulder. The hold, while still loose, was gently possessive. With the slightest flex of his muscles he could have had her in a headlock, but he didn’t. He never used physical force with her.
    Ripper rested his forehead against the back of her head as though weary. “Can’t you just once love me without making me force you?”
    Such sadness. Such need. The strain in his voice revealed the depth of his pain. A pain he seemed to think only her love could salve.
    Weakening to the rising compassion inside, Rage felt the wispy fog of Ripper’s vampire magic penetrating the flaws in her emotional armor. His power soaked into her. Compelled her. Rage whispered his name, “Ripper.” The single word held volumes. Glancing back, she was devastated by his light blue eyes. They saw her, the real woman who’d been cloaked with anger so long she almost forgot how to feel anything else. Defenseless now, Ripper finally dominated her as he had always wished but never quite achieved before.
    Ripper watched her a moment longer before slowly lowering his mouth to hers. His lips were warm and gentle, as if asking for her to deepen it. Arching back, Rage accepted him into her mouth and stroked his tongue with hers. Slowly, with each tease and taste, the kiss heightened.
    Careful to not break the melding of their mouths, Ripper turned Rage in his arms. The door behind her supported her as Ripper kissed her with a force of passion that would have knocked her over otherwise. His hands closed around her narrow, bare waist and his needful massaging tightened her nipples.
    Rage cupped his beautiful face. Her fingers spiked into his soft hair and her thumbs caressed his cheeks. The Kinsman was one hell of a kisser, and for the first time ever she lost herself in the enjoyment of his skill. She wanted him as fiercely as she’d ever desired anyone before. His magic had her fully, carrying her to heights of desire so dizzying that she could barely catch her breath. There was nothing outside this room. He had her and it felt amazing.
    Reaching lower, Ripper’s groping hand closed around her thigh. Slipping up the silk of the fishnet stockings, he sparked heat and excitement in her core. He traced the lacy top of the thigh-high, found the strap of the garter and with his fingers curled around it he followed it up, leaving a burning trail of excitement on her skin. Before he reached the top, he detoured to touch her intimately. She wasn’t wearing panties. Easily his finger delved into her moist heat.
    Gasping, Rage arched into Ripper’s touch. Her body gripped him, on the verge of a full spasm. Her very blood awoke with fire and need. She could feel it coursing through her, soaking the sexual stimulation into every muscle, every cell. Every beat of her heart caused the sensation to build.
    She’d heard that the touch of one’s master could surpass any other sexual experience. Fighting Ripper had prevented her from experiencing him fully. And now, drugged with his magic, Rage moaned wantonly into Ripper’s mouth.
    Drawing back from the kiss, Ripper watched her face as his touch stroked deeper into her pussy. Rage rode his caress, clutching to Ripper’s shoulders until the material of the shirt bunched beneath her curled fingers. Rising to meet each delving stroke, Rage tossed her head back and cried out.
    As he performed magic with his fingers, Ripper unzipped the halter and discarded it with his other hand. Rage helped him, not wanting anything to cause him to stop pleasing her. He closed his