Into The Night. Cynthia Eden

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СКАЧАТЬ used the edge of his teeth on her.

      “Bowen!”

      Such a good start. He kissed a path to her other breast. Gave it the same attention. Her legs were spread, so he pushed his lower body between them, and every time that she arched up, his cock pushed against the silken crotch of her panties. She was getting wet for him, he could feel that through the scrap of silk.

      Good...but it would be even better when she went wild for him.

      Her hands slid over his back and he felt the bite of her nails. He wanted her mark on him, and he damn sure wanted to leave his on her.

      Macey. Macey Night.

      She had no idea how badly he wanted her. He’d tried to do the right thing. When she’d pressed her lips to his for that very first kiss, Bowen had locked down every muscle in his body. He’d tried hard to fight his ferocious need and tried to send her away.

      But...

      Macey had wanted him.

      And he wanted Macey.

      He began to kiss a path down her stomach. Down, down...

      “No!” Macey’s sharp cry. At once, his head lifted.

      “No, Bowen, you don’t need to—”

      Need to? Was she serious? “Hell, yes, I do. I’m dying to taste you.” Then he bent his head, slid his body back more...and he kissed her, pressing his mouth right to the silk of her panties. Her whole body stiffened and he kissed her again. “Told you, sweetheart, I’ll be putting my mouth on every inch of you.” He was a man of his word. Macey should have known that about him.

      His fingers slipped under the edge of silk and he touched her—even softer than the silk. He eased back so he could pull those panties down her legs and he looked up at her face. Her eyes were on him. Her breath came in quick pants and light spots of red stained her cheeks.

      So gorgeous.

      He tossed the panties and his hands curved around her thighs. With his eyes still on hers, he pushed her legs even farther apart. He lowered his head and then he licked her.

      Macey nearly came off the bed. She jerked beneath him and gave a moan. He was holding her tightly, so she couldn’t back away—and he put his mouth on her again. Kissing. Licking. Tasting.

      Every inch of you, sweetheart. Every single inch.

      Her moans filled his ears. Her taste made him drunk. He kept taking and taking, totally lost because he wanted every-fucking-thing that she had to give him. His cock was aching, and he wanted to shove deep into her, but he didn’t want to stop tasting her. Too good. So good and—

      “Bowen!” His name broke from her lips. He looked up and saw her bow off the bed. Her climax ripped through her and she clawed at the sheets.

      That’s the first one, Mace. The first...

      He watched her as the pleasure poured through her body and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Not with her taste on his lips, not with her body shaking from the release he’d given her.

      Fuck, no, I won’t last. He shoved from the bed. Grabbed for the condom he kept in his wallet. Then he went back to her. “I can’t be easy.”

      She reached for him. “Good.”

      He positioned his body between her legs. His cock pushed at the entrance to her body. Staring into her eyes, he thrust deep, and Bowen was lost. She was so fucking hot and wet and tight, and she drove him out of his mind. He grabbed her hips, his hold too rough and hard, but he couldn’t slow down. All he could do was drive into her, again and again, sinking balls deep. Her legs were wrapped around him. She shoved back up against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her nipples were tight and pink, her lips were swollen and red from his kiss, and she was so sexy that he wanted to fucking own her.

      Forever.

      “Bowen!” She was coming again. He could feel her release all around the length of his cock, and those silken contractions pushed him straight over the edge. Bowen erupted, sinking deep into her one last time as his own orgasm hit—it slammed into him with the force of a tornado and he knew...there was no going back.

      * * *

      SHE WAS TRYING to slip out of his bed.

      Bowen cracked open one eye. Macey was oh, so carefully lifting his right arm, the arm that had been curled around her midsection. The room was cast in darkness, and he knew hours had passed. They’d crashed hard together, falling into an exhausted slumber, but now, apparently, Macey thought it was time to leave.

      Wrong.

      “Not dawn yet,” he muttered.

      Macey immediately stilled. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

      “No, you just meant to slip away in the dark.”

      She didn’t deny his claim.

      Guilty, huh, Mace? But I caught you.

      Her fingers slid over his forearm. That forearm had moved back against her midsection and was pinning her to the bed.

      “I should go,” she said.

      “You should stay.” He turned to fully face her. His eyes had already adjusted to the darkness. “Because we aren’t done.”

      “We...aren’t?”

      “Dawn isn’t here yet.” And he wasn’t even close to being finished with her.

      “No.” Her voice was soft. “Not yet.”

      There was another condom waiting on the nightstand. He’d made sure to get that thing out of his wallet because he had plans for Macey. When a guy was given a perfect fucking gift, he held tight to that gift.

      He shifted his position so that he could be even closer to her, and Bowen lifted her hand toward his mouth. He pressed a soft kiss to the scar that began near her right wrist.

      He heard her swift inhalation.

      “Is it wrong,” Macey asked him, “that I’m glad he’s dead?”

      “No.” If she thought that he would judge her, then she didn’t know him. With his past, no, there was no way he could ever think anything about her was wrong.

      “I thought about killing him. More times than I can count.”

      He pressed another kiss to her scar and tried not to imagine Macey tied down on the freak’s operating room table.

      “And I had nightmares about him coming back to kill me.”

      Another kiss. Softer. “He won’t hurt anyone again.”

      “No...”

      And I wasn’t going to let him get to you. Even if that bastard wasn’t dead, I would never let him put his hands on you again, Macey.

      “Tomorrow, СКАЧАТЬ