Raven Mask by Winter Pennington Page A

cup just to see if their saliva could work medical wonders.
    “Kassandra.”
    “Hmm?”
    “What are you thinking about?”
    I sat back on my heels and started untying the sash of her robe.
    “Vampire saliva,” I said, watching her lips part seductively.
    Her eyes sparkled. “You’re thinking about my saliva?”
    “Well, yes and no. The anticoagulant in your saliva, to be precise.” Yeah, like that made it sound any better. Romantic, that’s me. “Why did it feel so good when you bit me?”
    Lenorre moved, allowing the robe to fall open. My gaze went from her face to her pale breasts with their soft pink nipples.
    “Skill.”
    “What?” My wits were scrambled by the beauty of her body and the scent of her desire.
    I saw her hand moving out of my peripheral vision and caught it, keeping her from slipping it between my legs. “Would you stop trying to distract me?” I gave her a push on the shoulder. “Lay back down.”
    She did what I asked. “Kassandra, there are few areas in which your mind is easily distracted.”
    “You’re implying the bedroom is one of those?”
    “Yes.”
    My fingers found the sash and I started pulling it free. Lenorre raised her dark brows as I caught her wrists in my hands, pushing them toward the head of the bed.
    “What are you doing?” Her voice lilted with amusement. But I wasn’t going for that.
    “Making sure you can’t distract me.”
    I looped the tie around the black wooden beam. She let me do it, remaining passive while I tied the silken shackles.
    Her passivity broke and before I could move she rose, licking a wet line between my breasts.
    “Even bound,” she murmured against my skin, “I assure you, I can distract you.”
    I lowered myself until our naked bodies touched completely. “I think it’s time I do the distracting, not you.”
    A pleased sound escaped her as my breasts slid over hers. I shuddered, feeling her nipples harden against my skin, and slid low enough to kiss her breasts.
    Lenorre sighed my name and I looked up, rolling her nipple lightly between my teeth. Her head fell back with a soft moan and she tugged gently at her bonds. If she wanted to, she could snap them. Hell, she could snap the bed in half. Being in complete control was solely an illusion.
    I grazed the edge of my teeth across her breast, kissing her, taking her into my mouth and sucking. I licked and nipped my way down her body, settling between her legs.
    Lenorre draped her legs over my shoulders and I wrapped my arms around them, using my grip to pull her closer to my mouth. I placed a chaste kiss on the inside of her thigh, leaving kisses until I found the hollow between her thigh and groin. I flicked my tongue against that sensitive area and was rewarded with a longer moan. I brushed my lips across her sex, turning my face to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. This time, it was not a chaste kiss. I drew the skin into my mouth, tucking it between my teeth, careful not to cross the line from pleasure and pain to absolute pain. I ran my left hand over her hip, over the slope of her groin, tracing the hot, wet slit between her legs. Her thighs blossomed like a night-blooming flower opening to the seductive glow of the moon.
    I wrapped my arms around her thighs, using them as an anchor. I could smell her, cool and immaculate, like the first sprinkling of hoarfrost on a cold winter night.
    Gazing up the length of her porcelain body I realized her fingers were working at the knot at her wrists. While I’d been trying to distract her, she’d been busy. She gave me a challenging look as the silken material fell from one wrist.
    Obviously, I hadn’t been distracting her well enough.
    I dug my nails into her thighs and her back arched. “No,” I said.
    Lenorre laughed, her voice shaky with pleasure. “I will get out of them eventu—” I pressed my mouth between her legs.
    “Kassandra.”
    I sealed my lips over her, sucking her clit into my mouth. Her hips rose and my pace