Heart Of The Dragon. Gena Showalter
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Название: Heart Of The Dragon
Автор: Gena Showalter
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Героическая фантастика
isbn: 9781408905586
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Admitting such profound desire, even to himself, was dangerous. Except, he suddenly didn’t care. Everything but this moment, this woman, this need, seemed utterly insignificant. It didn’t matter that she had passed through the mist. It didn’t matter that he had an oath to fulfill.
It didn’t matter.
He dropped his gaze to her lips. They were so exotic, so wonderfully inviting. His own ached for hers, a soft press or a tumultuous crush. He’d never kissed before, hadn’t cared to try, but right now the need to consume—and to be consumed—by that heady meeting of lips proved stronger than any force he’d ever encountered.
He gave her one warning. Only one. “Stand up or I will kiss you,” he told her roughly.
Her mouth dropped opened. “Get off me so I can stand!”
He rose, and she quickly followed. They stood there, two adversaries caught in a frozen moment. The withdrawal of her body from his hadn’t lessened his need, however. “I’m going to kiss you,” he said. He meant to prepare her, but the words emerged more of a warning.
“You said you wouldn’t if I stood,” she gasped.
“I changed my mind,” he said.
“You can’t. Absolutely not.”
“Yes.”
Her gaze darted from his mouth to his eyes, and she licked her lips just the way he wanted to lick them. When she dragged her gaze up again, he met her stare, holding her captive in the crackling embers of his own. Her pupils dilated, black nearly overshadowing the brilliant turquoise hue.
He recaptured her in his arms and dragged her back down to the floor. “Will you give me your mouth?” he asked.
A sizzling pause.
I want this, Grace realized dazedly. I want him to kiss me. Whether the fire of his desire had simply burned into her, or the desire was all her own, she wanted to taste him.
Their gazes locked and she sucked in a breath. Such desire. Blistering. Had there ever been a man who had looked at her, Grace Carlyle, like this? With such longing in his eyes, as if she was a great treasure to be savored?
The outside world receded, and she saw only this sexy man. Knew only the need to give him something of herself—and take something of him. He was living, breathing sexual gratification, she mused, and more dangerous than a loaded gun, yet as gentle and tender as a bed of clouds. I truly am a danger junkie, she thought, loving the contradictions of him. Was he a brute or a lamb—and which did she crave more?
“I shouldn’t want to kiss you,” she breathed.
“But you do.”
“Yes.”
“Yes,” Darius repeated. Needing no more encouragement, he brushed his lips against hers once, twice. She immediately opened, and his tongue swept inside. She moaned. He moaned. Her arms glided up his chest and locked around his neck. He instinctively deepened the kiss, slipping and sliding and nipping at her mouth just the way he’d imagined. Just the way he wanted, uncaring if he were doing it right.
Their tongues thrust and withdrew, slowly at first, then growing in intensity, becoming as uncivilized as a midnight storm. Becoming wild. Becoming the kind of kiss he’d secretly dreamed of, the kind of kiss that caused the strongest of men to lose all sense of self—and be glad for the loss. Her legs relaxed around him, beckoning him closer, and he fitted himself into her every hollow, hard where she was soft.
“Darius,” she said on a raspy pant.
Hearing his name on her lips was sheer bliss.
“Darius,” she repeated. “Tastes good.”
“Good,” he whispered brokenly.
Caught in the same storm, she boldly rubbed herself against the hardness of his erection. Rubbed herself against all of him. Surprise mingled with arousal in her expression, as if she couldn’t believe what she was doing but was helpless to stop. “This can’t be real,” she said. “I mean, you feel too good. So good.”
“And you taste like—” Darius plunged his tongue deeper inside her mouth. Yes, he tasted her. Truly tasted her. She was sweet and tangy all at once, unfailingly warm. Flavored as delicately as aged wine. Had he ever sampled anything so delicious? “Ambrosia,” he said. “You taste like ambrosia.”
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