Keeping His Siren Part 1
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His solid frame cocooned her in deliciously hard muscles. Her fingers flew to the top-most button of his shirt, working it free before moving on to the next. As if he were as impatient as her, he simply shrugged the fabric off and tossed it aside.
Almost reverently, she ran her hands along the planes and dips of his chest, his shoulders, and muscled arms, marveling at the dichotomy of silk over perfectly sculpted stone.
“Your body is unbelievable,” she gasped between kisses.
“Ditto,” he growled. His head dipped to run his lips along her jaw, down past her collarbone and over the tops of her breasts, straining against the fabric of her dress. His hands scooped around to her back and grappled with her zipper. Fearing he might forego the zipper and rip the fabric clean off her like he had before, she shimmied it halfway down her body, leaving her torso naked to his gaze. He groaned at the sight and then leaned down to trap one of her nipples between his hot lips.
She cried out, raking her fingers through his hair, though it was difficult with her arms half restrained by her dress.
His attention moved to her other breast, languidly swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak. “Oh, God!” Her spine arched. She struggled to squirm the rest of the way out of her dress. Deciphering her need, he gripped the fabric and yanked it down her hips. She didn’t think she’d heard anything rip, but then, at this point, she didn’t really care. She was left in only her panties while he was still fully dressed. It was titillating, being so vulnerable and exposed. She might have been embarrassed he wasn’t taking her in like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever beheld.
Kneeling over her, he let out a low, husky sound that could have had several meanings. Something along the line of: fuck me/all mine/ gorgeous! Whatever the translation was, that sound poured a hot steaming aphrodisiac directly into her brain, making her feel drunk on lust. Her cheeks flushed, heart hammered, body ached. Why wasn’t he fucking her already?
Gripping her by the ankle, he pulled her body to the edge of the mattress, tore off her panties, and dropped to his knees between her thighs, giving her one long mind-numbing lap of his tongue. He groaned; she moaned. Then he pulled back to watch her as his exquisite fingers played her like a flute.
Arching into his touch, she let out another soft moan.
“Is this where you need me?” His voice sounded so rough, on the verge of losing control.
“Yes!”
He increased his pace, circling her swollen bud with his wicked thumb. Rendered nothing more than a pile of sensation, she mindlessly undulated her hips to his rocking finger. Sharp pressure began to build, build, reaching incomprehensible heights, gathering tightly in her loins, readying for—
She cried out as pleasure overwhelmed her, arching her back and causing her breaths to come in short, fast spurts. Her erratic heart pounded against the inner wall of her chest.
Just as she was about to come back to Earth, he delved one thick finger inside, finding a point that made her scream. “Cortez!” A second finger joined the first, extending her pleasure. Her body trembled, on the verge of release once more.
“That’s it,” he murmured darkly. “Come for me.” His roughened voice unrecognizable, and so damn sexy it sent her over the edge. Ecstasy quaked through her, making her shake. Then the heat of his mouth descended on her.
“Uhn! Oh, God. Don’t stop!”
Soon she was once more tripping toward orgasm. She screamed as he sucked hard on her tender flesh. Maddening. When his hot tongue penetrated her core, he forced another scream from somewhere deep inside her.
Head thrashing, body writhing, fingers laced through his hair, her hips shamelessly sought even more friction.
So good. Can’t take it. Too much. Need more.
“Ahh!” Another scream tore out of her as she experienced the most forceful climaxed yet. This one stole her vision and had her clawing at his shoulders. The ruthless waves of pleasure seemed never ending, and all the while he continued his relentless licking and sucking. He intended to drive her insane from an ecstasy overdose.
When the sensation became too much to bear, she pushed at his head, but he coiled his arms around her thighs and nuzzled her with a growl that skittered through her body. Savage rapture seized her, pushed ferocious shrieks from her lungs as her body shook wildly. Finally she shattered into a trillion tiny pieces of glory and divine bliss that surely would never fit back together in the same fashion again.
After one last pass of his merciless tongue, he released her with a devilish smirk.
She struggled through her ragged breaths. “Not that I’m complaining,” she panted, “but I was supposed to be showing my appreciation.”
He stood and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it away. His torso was a work of art, brawny arms, washboard abs, sculpted waist, lickable goodie trail that disappeared below his pants. He unbuckled his belt, then undid the button of his slacks. His movements had a fresh explosion of lust firing within her. She scrambled to her knees, wetting her lips. His smoldering gaze was drawn to her mouth.
Leaving the zipper, he spread his arms out in challenge. “Be my guest.”
She shuffled across the mattress on her knees, and slowly drew down the zipper, meeting his gaze with an I’m-about-to-rock-your-world, twinkle in her eyes. Pushing the fabric over his hips, the heavy belt thudded to the floor. Hard, rigid cock freed, she lovingly ran her hands along its length. His jaw tightened, gaze intense. He seemed to be keeping himself very still for her. As though any sudden movements would rile the beast within.
She shivered, wanting him riled.
Holding his gaze, she eased close and licked the bulbous tip. His expression tightened, but his husky groan urged her on.
“You want me to make you come like this?” she purred.
Adam’s apple bobbing, he replied with a curt nod. She smiled up at him and then drew him between her lips to the root.
He let out a ripe oath, his hips jutting forward. She took him to the back of her throat and played with him there.
“Uhn!” His powerful legs shook, just like he’d made her whole body shake. Inwardly, she smirked, loving the power of driving him to the brink.
Through ragged breaths he muttered, “How many men have you undone with this masterful mouth of yours?”
Huh? Why was he thinking about her with other men? She loved giving pleasure like this, the power of it. Unfortunately, her other lovers were more into taking than giving, making her grow weary of the act altogether. It was no fun when it felt like a chore. It wasn’t like that with Cortez. He gave as good as he got. Better even. She was going to have to step up her game.
To take his mind off his wayward thoughts, she sucked him harder; he let out a long groan and fisted her hair. She pumped him with her fist as she used her mouth on him. His every grunt and groan fed her own pleasure, making her grow slick and swollen. She moaned, imagining him driving into her the way he was sliding along her tongue.
His body stilled, and he pried her off of him.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, wanting her mouth back in place.
“You want me inside you.” It wasn’t a question. “You’re shaking with need.” Not giving her time to respond, he tossed her to her back, taking in the sight of her slicked sex. “Sucking me turned you on,” he marveled, like it was a foreign notion. “Tell me you need me.”
“Don’t tease me, Cortez. You know I do.” She ran her hands over her breasts, teasing him.
Excitement lit his eyes. “Keep acting like this and I might be tempted to give you whatever you want.”
Her brows drew together at his loaded words, but then he climbed over her, his glorious body scrambling her thoughts. She welcomed him between the cradle of her thighs. And then with one harsh thrust, his powerful body invaded.
Wondrous friction! Delicious pleasure. She wanted more. He obliged. Driving in and out, harder, faster, deeper than she ever thought possible, burying his thick cock to the hilt and va
ulting her into a near-permanent state of nirvana. His pace was wild, wayward, nearly ferocious. She loved every second of it. Went a little wild herself, scratching her nails down his back before sinking them into his well-toned ass.
When her release came, she shattered all over again. As she screamed for him, her core squeezed his shaft while the rest of her body writhed under his toiling body.
Suddenly he went bowstring-taut and bellowed. Heat coated her center. One last thrust, one last cry of ecstasy from them both. He collapsed over her. She luxuriated in his weight, his sweat-dampened skin. For a brief moment she mused that he hadn’t bitten her. Then he rolled onto his back, pulling her across his chest. She melted into him, her lids growing heavy. Before she fell asleep, she thought, a week with this man would never be enough.
Next in the Series
To find out what Cortez has planned for Naia, continue the story with the next sizzling installment of KEEPING HIS SIREN
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Other Books By Kiersten Fay
Creatures of Darkness
A Wicked Hunger
A Wicked Night
A Wicked Desire
Shadow Quest
Demon Possession
Demon Slave
Demon Retribution
Demon Untamed
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About the Author
Kiersten Fay is the author of the steamy romance series, Shadow Quest, in which she combines paranormal romance and sci-fi romance with loose concepts from lore and mythology. In 2013, her short story, Racing Hearts, was published in The Mammoth Book of Futuristic Romance. In 2012, via Gravetells.com, she won Favorite Story of August 2012 for Demon Retribution, the third book in her Shadow Quest series, and received a nomination for favorite author in that same year.
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