To Have: Vampire Assassin League #19 by Jackie Ivie Page A

eyes. Passion with each breath. Electrifying heat with her every touch.
    Her hands spread about his upper chest, her fingers skidding along his skin, and everywhere she went his muscles reacted. Tightening. Releasing. Her lips were open slightly, sending little pants of breath onto him.
By the gods!
She was unique. Unbelievable! She created a perfection that altered the senses. He’d never felt anything like this. Ever. Had he received these sensations in his natural life, he’d have remembered.
    And he wanted more.
    Daron leaned forward, capturing and then embracing her waist. His hands were trembling as he ran his fingers up her sides and delved beneath her bodice...and oh! By the god,
Ahura-Mazda!
Nigel had been completely wrong. Daron’s mate didn’t have really nice breasts. She didn’t have anything really
nice
. She was incredibly perfect. Everywhere. Daron’s hands cupped and massaged, bringing her nipples to hard darts that shot spikes of sensation through his palms. She wasn’t passive. She was arching and writhing, and adding fuel where it wasn’t remotely needed.
    And then she opened her eyes. Daron lurched in reaction, ripping her bodice, and if he’d thought she felt perfect, the sight was beyond description. Beyond comprehension.
    “Wow. Daron. I could do...laundry on these.”
    She’d run a hand down his belly, before she’d tucked her fingers beneath the waistband of his trousers.
    Laundry?
    Was that a good thing?
    She started sliding her hand to and fro, sending all kinds of stimuli just about everywhere. He ceased caring whether she complimented him or not. And then her tongue slipped out, licking at her lower lip. A roar of sound went right through his ears. Daron shook his head to clear it. It didn’t do much.
    She’d moved her other hand now, wrapping it about the fabric at his waist. And the knuckles grazing his belly were taking over his existence. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t command anything. Or control. Or manage. She found his trouser ties at the side. Daron’s entire frame went ramrod stiff and tense. He could barely move his gaze down to hers.
    “Problems?” she asked.
    “Yes. Many.” Was that truly his voice? Gruff. Harsh.
    “Can I help?”
    “I...do not wish to hurt you,” he replied.
    She gave a short laugh. His entire body flexed against his hold. Her merriment was enough to start sand dervishes.
    “Oh. I sincerely doubt you have anything that big and scary, Daron. Although I am
very
intrigued to find out. Very.”
    She pulled on one end of the bow, releasing the waistband of his trousers. The material sloughed down before stopping on his erection. That’s when she noticed, gave a gasp and brought her gaze back to his. Her eyes were wide, her lips curved, and she was openly panting. She’d missed his meaning completely. But...she wasn’t a maid? The knowledge should have angered him...but that was before he’d found her. Now, all that mattered was being with her. Joining together with her. Fusing. Melding. The fact that he didn’t have to worry over causing hurt was causing more than havoc through him.
    It was threatening every bit of his control.
    “Um. Is that...real?”
    Her voice was stained with what sounded like awe. Daron preened. And he was grinning. He didn’t even care if his canines were on full display.
    “You know...Daron...uh. Maybe I was a bit hasty. But, if that’s really all you?”
    He shoved his pants to his knees, releasing his pulsing pride. She squealed, and moved so rapidly the mattress beneath them rocked. And then she was on her knees facing him, and she looked as impressed as she sounded.
    “Holy shit, Daron. I mean...
holy shit
!”
    She reached for him. Slid her hand down him. And that sent a blizzard of sparks right to his fuse.
    A bonfire roared into existence around them. It was fueled by passion. Lust. Excitement. Daron could swear he felt flames. Heard fire. Sensed massive heat. Her bodice was the first casualty. It was