Forbidden Desire

, "Believe it or not, I do have certain standards." Raising his head, he looked up as if he remembered, a slow smile flashed on his face.

ver it grew louder and louder - with the lamps in the room flashing. The feathers rose on his neck. His

olled, he continued to wa

en Marga sighed, full of conflicting emotions

ai

cus glanced at him, the corner

lenched. Will h

not let it get too close to him. The fine line she treads by barely tying her will thin out every piece of herself she gives him. If she wants to keep it under con

hat if he slaps? Took more than just fun? It was his responsibility - he freed him f

ainst you." Being a witch gave him some way of keeping him under control, and if he blew him up, he would be abl

"Just what kind of bea

're a

light, but his hand tightened on the doorknob until his knuckles turne

affled. Had sh

s obvious anger, his lips pressed together in a strict line, and the way h

w did he know he might be kind? Clearing his throat, he said, "I'm sorry. It's ju

though, and he leaned against the door jamb and raised his head. "For your information, all the women I was with were happier to feed me,

f his voice evoking a languid flirtation between

as just sex, nothing else, and the gods knew t

ality she threw at the points. She was enveloped in sexual dan

se eyes glowing with calm predatory attention. They had a striking color, a combination of b

on my hand until

ven h

he ground out as selected parts of his body s

aised his hand to the nape of her neck, hanging his finger

bewildered, and less distracted by

t? On the couch? The table? The carpet? " His gaze flicked t

red her throat, struggled for sani

front, observing the sensitive skin o

just get this

e was a purr that caressed her senses

he croaked.

stilled. The air betwee

kipped a beat

g in closer, dark power rippling

red at her f

en h

anced over her shoulder. Atticus stood in the foyer, wat

ped into the corner toward the kitchen. The demon was so fast, it grabbed him when he wanted to go through the cooking island. He cried out, jumped to the si

ntinuous motion, easing the fall with his arms. He didn't scream so much from the impact of falling down the stairs, then, from the visceral fear of being c

chased - and caught

en?" Atticus breath br

then touched her cheek to his cheek. With great caution to his surprise, he turned it to face her. Hug

e clothes?" His voic

with his chest, brushing against the man's warmth and vigorous power.

lowered his head to her with solitary

on the mouth,"

gainst his palm, eyes foc

er of those lines that he'd better not let him cross. She'd allow him to touch her, yes, but it would ju

h of a kiss in the mausoleum. Her taste was still branded in her every cell, the feeling of her indelible etched in her consci

lding his palm, his hot breath hitt

escaped her lips in incredible sensation, and she pressed her thighs together. He still didn't let go of her hand but he lifted it as he let his tongue step towards her wrist, gently s

ready mush a

ers of cloth, it hardened instantly. Making an appreciative sound, he pulled it out until his breathing b

the clothes still covering it. The caresses of pleasure enveloped her body, going straight to her core. One of its thighs hung between her thighs, caressing him i

hurting for more touching on a need that frightened him. Because of instinct, eve

thigh a little, he was about to moan in protest, but then his hand slipped between their bod

ce warming with em

t it, lit

, caressed her curls, caressed the delicate flesh underneath. Her breathing was interrupted. Her thumb caressed her clit with the lightest touch as

of erotic aggression. Well, he moved his fingers, with knowing precision and purpose, and pulled her to the edge for a few seconds.

" His han

ned in fr

ok at

th pent -up desire

e to his, it breathed on him. She let its energ

taught to trust, even to be afraid? He did not know her. And how can he enjoy it, how can he find his pleasure in it, now, while Marissa

op thinking, Marga." He tied his name to his lips, his gaze gripping hers. "I don't mean you harm." A slow, so

catching, burnin

he looks at her now ... it seems like he can read her soul, her heart, her fears and hopes. It was

l, reassuring her. "And it's okay to enjoy this. It's all y

rembling inside

ingers teased her again. "Pu

he embers of aro

se you

ter, demanding, and the tension within him jumped again. The desire is radiant, hot and consu

in his ear, the breath hit

rithed against him in a frenzy of overwhelming pleasure and sweet, sweet relief, as she brought him down with slow strokes and mur

throbbing core, fingers hanging in its hair. Eventually, he wi

ck as if burned. The heat rose to his face and he realized he had been p

pride. "A little late to b

et o

hat an

ulders, with no visible effect. It's lik

is breathing in conjunction with a glimmer o

e to kiss her on its nose before getting up. He reached out a hand to help her stand up, he said, "Come on now, little wit

d, and rearranged his clothes with trembling fingers .. "Oh, do

r was todo sensual pro

could already feel the difference in power between them - he had gained more from her than blood and pleasure. The energy that

hing her with all-too-perceptiv

ed. "Yes,

g out, and not j