Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [390]
“Oh, God, Tegan,” she said, her voice a breathless rush of warm air when he finally withdrew from the lush sweetness of her mouth. “I’m so glad you’re here. I was worried about you tonight.”
He grunted, low in his throat. “Yeah, I noticed. I saw how concerned you were, down there in Reichen’s arms.”
“You saw us…”
He smirked, baring his fangs. “I can still taste him on your lips.”
“Then you must also taste the fact that he isn’t the one I want,” she said, not flinching at all as he let his mouth travel along her soft cheek, down to the tender skin below her ear. “It’s you, Tegan. I want to be with you. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’ve fallen in love with you.”
He snarled, pulling back to hold her in a narrowed glare. They were the words he wanted to hear—the words he’d been prepared to force out of her after seeing her caught up in another man’s arms. Still, it leveled him. His mouth went suddenly dry.
She was so beautiful, so courageously open.
All his aggression leaked out of him as he gazed into the deep amethyst pools of her eyes. He ran his fingers along the delicate line of her jaw, hardly able to draw breath as she tilted her head to the side for him, exposing the vulnerable column of her throat. He couldn’t resist touching the place where her pulse beat the strongest. The ticking flutter beneath his fingertips was like a brand searing into his skin. He let his thumb trace over the soft skin, then gently bent to place his mouth atop the tender, beating artery that carried Elise’s lifeblood.
Saliva surged into his mouth, swamping him with the need to taste her now and seal their bond completely.
But Tegan only kissed her.
With reverent hands, he lifted the hem of her sweater and carefully peeled it off her. Tenderly, he caressed her soft skin. She sighed as he stroked her breasts, the nipples peaking like dusky rosebuds beneath the thin satin of her bra. He unfastened the front clasp and bared her to his appreciative gaze.
“So beautiful,” he said thickly, letting his fingers skate along the soft underside of the creamy swells.
He knelt down before her and took one dark pink nipple into his mouth. His fangs were huge now, and it took great care not to graze the sharp edge of them against her tender skin as he suckled the pebbled flesh with his tongue. But he was careful. He held her as though she were made of glass, every inch of her precious and breakable. A treasure he was unworthy of, yet determined to cherish.
Elise’s arms came down around his shoulders. She held fast, arching into him as he lavished the same attention on the other breast. He let his mouth travel down her belly while his hands worked to free her of her slacks and panties. The skin of her hips was like velvet against his palm. He kissed the lean curve of her pelvis, then trailed lower, into the trim thatch of blond curls between her thighs.
He spread her legs and put his mouth to her sex, cleaving his tongue into the wet heat of her core. She quivered as he feasted on her, her body feeling limp and boneless in his arms as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. She lay back and watched him under heavy lids as he undressed for her, the hunger in her gaze like a physical heat on his skin.
Naked and painfully aroused, Tegan stood at the edge of the mattress and let her take her fill of him with her eyes. He held his breath as she sat up then came toward him on her hands and knees. Her hands were curious and questing, soft but firm, as she took his engorged shaft and stroked it from tip to balls and back again. She licked her lips, eyes flicking up to his in question.
His low exhalation must have been permission enough. Tegan watched her descend on him, those moist lips parting