Page 16 (1/2)

She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled froet into trouble for this?" she asked, panting Wait What? Where had that thought come from?

His eyes narrowed "Do you care?"

"No," she lied, forcing a grin No, no, no That wasn’t a lie "But that adds a little extra danger, don’t you think?" There Better That was oodness, didn’t want to preserve it and keep hiet into trouble" He flattened his pal the bulk of his oeight "If that is the only reason you are here, you can leave"

How fierce he appeared "So sensitive, angel" She hooked her fingers at the neck of his robe and tugged The an to weave itself back together Frowning, she ripped again, harder this ti fro"

His chest was nificent A work of art Muscled and sun-kissed and devoid of any hair She lifted her head and licked the pulse at the base of his neck, then traced his collarbone, then circled one of his nipples "Do you like?"

"Hot Wet," he rasped, lids squeezed tight

"Yeah, but do you like?"

"Yes"

She sucked a peak until he gasped, then kissed away the sting A tremor of pleasure rocked hih her "Why do you desire ood or not?"

A pause A tortured, "Your skin…"

Every lared up at him "So any Harpy will do?" She tried to hide her insult, but didn’t quite ht of another Harpy--hell, any other wo hithened, and her teeth sharpened A red haze dotted her line of vision Mine, she thought She would kill anyone who touched hiuttural, scraping her throat

His lashes separated as his eyes opened His pupils were dilated, his expression tightening with…an enize "Yes, but only yours tempts me Why is that?"

"Oh," was all she could first think to say, her anger draining co light, easy "To answer your question, you want uess what? I will make you so happy you said that, warrior"

Warrior, rather than angel She’d never called him that before Why? And why now?

"No I will make you happy" He ripped her shirt just as she had done his robe She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts sprang free Another treh him as he lowered his head

He licked and sucked one nipple, as she had done to hi and writhing against hi his mouth elsewhere Her skin was sensitized, her body desperate for release Yet she didn’t want to rush hi him away But das, she was going to die

"Lysander," she said on a tres brushed both her aroosebuood

He lifted fro to tell you to leave," she screeched, bracing her weight on her elbows

"I do not want anything between us" He shoved the robe down his legs until he was gloriously naked Moisture glea out, he gripped her boots and tore them off Her jeans quickly followed She, of course, was not wearing any panties

His gaze drank her in, and she knehat he saw Her flushed, glowing skin The aching juncture between her legs Her rose-tinted nipples