Free Phantom Series Boxed Set by Julie Leto

Not a second. Instead, she pulled her knees beneath her, took his cock boldly in her hands and guided him inside her.
    An explosion of sensation rocked her. She cried out from the blast of ecstasy, burying her fingers in his chest hair, holding on for dear life as her body rode the wave until it crested, then fell. She was nearly unaware of his presence until he spoke.
    “Why the rush, my lady?”
    He curled his hands over hers and softly loosened her grip. Panting, she opened her eyes and saw a smile twinkling in his eyes. She’d used him for instant gratification.
    Embarrassingly instant gratification.
    Wonderful instant gratification.
    “I didn’t want you to disappear,” she admitted, breathless.
    He shifted so that the thickness between her legs jolted her with another wave of pleasure. “I’m certain I have no better place to be than here.”
    He felt so real. So solid. Unlike the lovers from her dreams, whose very insubstantiality had haunted her. Climaxes while in the throes of sleep left her wanting more. Like just now. Her body, so starved for satisfaction, had taken the least he had to offer.
    And from the look in his eye, he clearly wanted to give her so much more.
    She smiled shyly, keenly aware of how their bodies were still merged and how she’d reacted like she’d never had sex before in her entire life. “I suppose I jumped the gun.”
    He clucked his tongue. “Clearly, you jumped something.”
    Surprisingly, his chuckle didn’t send her running. “Some one , you mean.”
    He arched a brow. “Not that I mind, but such haste defies logic. Had you waited, I could have done this.”
    Lifting her hands to his lips, he kissed her fingers one by one, then lolled his tongue along the inside of her palm, flicking down her wrist to stir her pulse points. He then guided her hands to her breasts and smeared the moisture over her nipples until the tight pucker of arousal no longer ached, but instead pearled with needy vibrations she knew only he could alleviate.
    “Your breasts are perfectly lovely. So sensitive. May I?”
    His polite request left her stunned, but she dropped her hands to her sides and managed a nod, her eyelids drifting closed as he applied his singular touch. He smoothed his roughened fingertips over her, weighing the fullness of her flesh in his palms, using his thumbs to draw tiny circles around her areolae, then flicking the tips of her nipples with his thumbnails until she cooed from the sensations.
    She found herself running her hands over his stomach, reveling in the resistance of his abs and in the soft pelt of hair arrowing down his chest. In a dizzy swirl of sensation, he pressed his hands against her shoulders, pulled her close, then flipped her beneath him.
    “Ah,” he said, his grin wide, “that’s more like it.”
    She blinked rapidly. “Women on top threaten you?”
    His chuckle spawned another wave of sensations within her, each more delicious than the one before. “Threaten? You have an odd view of men, my lady.”
    “You haven’t lived my life.”
    “No, but I have lived mine. Trust me when I tell you that nothing you do, nothing you say, will threaten me in any way.”
    She grinned and laced her hands behind his neck. “You said yourself that I’m a powerful woman.”
    “Yes, and this intrigues me. Challenges me. If the men in your life have run from you because of your strength, you are simply pursuing the wrong men.”
    She cradled her cheek against the pillow as she laughed. “You’ve said a mouthful,” she agreed.
    He eyed her breasts hungrily. “Ah, but a proper mouthful has nothing to do with words.”
    Damon proved his point by scooping his arm beneath her back, arching her body so he could wrap his lips around her erect nipples. Instantly she reacted, boldly scrambling her fingers into his hair and tugging him closer. Had he not been certain of her station in life, he might have thought her a courtesan, at the very least—or more likely a queen.