Archangel’s Blade (Guild Hunter #4)(70)
Author: Nalini Singh

He liked his name on her lips when she was half na**d on top of him, her body so lush and open. He’d like it even better when he was driving his c**k into her. Blowing on the skin he’d just kissed, he drank in her responding shiver before giving her what she’d asked for—long, hard kisses that left her with dark red marks on her neck—at the same time that he used one of his hands to squeeze and mold the heavy warmth of her br**sts. He had every intention of marking those, too.

When he finally lifted his head from her throat, her eyes were hazy with pleasure, her body relaxed. It wasn’t a “fix,” but the experience would give her a weapon against the nightmares—he was more than willing to suck on her sweet body anytime she needed a refresher. “I want,” he murmured, “to put my mouth here.” He rocked up against her, pressing into the heated vee of her thighs. “Is that going to be a problem?”

Wide eyes, languorous with a healthy, decadent lust. “No. They—Nobody seemed interested in that. But no bites on the inner thighs. I . . . it hurt.”

Rage roared through him, so savage and brutal he had to dip his head for a second in case she saw it. But then Honor rolled her h*ps over him, sliding her fingers under the loose fabric of his collar to caress his back, and he was in the moment again, with a beautiful, sexy woman who had been misused and who was now his to pleasure. “Do the panties match?” he asked, tracing the scalloped edge of her bra.

“Yes.” Her chest rose and fell in a ragged rhythm. “They’re red with a black bow.”

“Witch.”

She laughed, confirming his supposition that she was teasing him again. No one had done that for an eon. “Take off this shirt, Dmitri”—a nibbling kiss on the sensitive curve of his earlobe—“or I’ll tear it to pieces.”

Hissing at the caress, he made quick work of the shirt, throwing it to the side and shoving his hands between their bodies to rid himself of his belt at the same time. His c**k was a steel rod in his pants, pressing in urgent demand against the fabric—he undid the top button for relief, but resisted the urge to release his turgid flesh. If he did, this would end far too fast.

And he wanted to savor.

It had been so long.

The thought whispering out of reach before he truly heard it, he traced the strap of Honor’s bra to the cup, nudged it down to bare the swollen pout of her nipple. Leaving the lace tucked just under it, he repeated the process with her other breast. Then he leaned back and drank in the sight of her displayed for him like an erotic feast.

30

Her breath, already ragged, turned fast and shallow, her hands dropping to her thighs. Then she did something unexpected. Pushing in with her upper arms, she plumped up her br**sts for him, serving up the feast. He groaned, dipped his head to suck one tightly furled nipple into his mouth while he rolled the other between his fingertips.

Luxuriating in the taste of her, he alternated between one luscious breast and the other, until she pulled at his hair. “What?” He heard the arrogance, decided she was strong enough to deal.

“I can’t breathe.” Face flushed, heartbeat erratic, hair tumbled, and ni**les hot and wet from his caresses, she was a sexual fantasy come to life.

“You aren’t planning to rush me, are you, Honor?” He flicked his thumb over one nipple before reaching back to unhook her bra and peel it off, revealing the full beauty of her br**sts. The honey gold of her skin was creamier here, more delicate, until he knew his fangs would leave two perfect tiny bruises on her flesh—he could heal a bite completely, but as he’d already proven, he wasn’t exactly a civilized sophisticate when it came to Honor. He wanted her to bear the intimate brand.

But not until she was ready. However, there were other ways to mark a woman. “Lean back with your elbows on the table.” Another command.

One she obeyed.

The position not only left her at his mercy, it pushed up her br**sts for his pleasure. “I want to feed from you,” he said, and saw the immediate terror in her eyes, “but I won’t. Not until you give me an unmistakable verbal invitation, so push that fear out of your mind.” He held the deep green of her gaze until the terror was washed away by relief . . . and a smoldering sensuality that told him this was a woman who’d match him in bed stroke for stroke, kiss for kiss.

“Honor?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to do things to you now that a good girl definitely shouldn’t let a man do to her.”

The words made Honor’s body turn liquid.

Then Dmitri put that sinful, dangerous mouth on her breast, sucking hard enough to leave a love-bruise, before dipping his head to suckle her nipple with strong tugs that made her womb clench. If his earlier caresses had been painfully tender, this was pure, raw sex. Nothing in his touch said he considered her fractured, considered her damaged goods, and that gave her a freedom she wouldn’t have believed possible.

Pushing upward into the merciless knowledge of that mouth, she was rewarded with his tongue swirling around her nipple, doing things to her that she hadn’t known were possible. Squeezing her thighs around his powerful body, she watched him lift his head. Lick his lips. And move to her neglected breast.

A kiss of teeth.

Not until you give me an unmistakable verbal invitation . . .

Chanting that promise in her mind, she rode out the spike of fear to drown in the rush of pleasure. “Don’t stop,” she said when he raised his head.

He leaned forward to press a kiss just below the hollow of her throat in answer, eyes of sin and darkness holding a look of satisfaction he made no attempt to hide. “Can you reach the honey?”

Twisting slightly, she grabbed the squeeze bottle of honey he’d put out with the fruit and handed it to him, knowing full well she was giving him a weapon with which to torment her further.

He flicked open the cap and, continuing to maintain the intimate eye contact, leaned forward to lick her nipple—just once, just enough to tantalize, to have her sucking in a breath—before upending the bottle and squeezing the sticky liquid not onto her body as she’d expected, but into his hand. He flicked the top closed after he was done, and gave it to her.

She managed to put it somewhere on the table without ever taking her eyes from him.

Dipping a single finger into the thick golden liquid, he lifted it to her lips to trace her with honey sweetness. She sucked his finger into her mouth, swirled her tongue around it as she’d done to his c**k in the car. Those sexy eyes told her exactly what he wanted to do to her, but the heat was a slow-burning ember, Dmitri’s fuse apparently very long.