Free DarykRogue by Denise A. Agnew Page A

wrong, then I guess I’ll have to prove
you right.”
    She wanted to growl at him, her pique growing as he pressed
his naked body against her. She gasped as his hardness nestled against her
belly. She understood that hard column of flesh. He wanted her, and that
frightened her more than the storm and grief recalled. For she wanted the same
thing, her curiosity rampant, her longing deep and unaccountable. It was if
he’d erased every moral she’d learned in the Chronicles of Magon. How could
this disreputable man make her respond, challenge everything she knew?
    His gaze flickered, a spark of red that took her off guard
and made her gasp.
    “Your eyes—”
    “You don’t see anything,” he said raggedly. “I swear you’ll
be the death of me yet.”
    Before she could move, he cupped the back of her neck,
anchored her body around the waist and kissed her.
    Rayder’s mouth settled upon Xandra’s, tasting so much richer
and hotter than it had before. As his arm braced her waist and he kept her
anchored to him, she shivered with myriad sensations. Achy, feral, needy
feelings. Heat shot through her belly, boiling upward as his mouth twisted across
hers. Taste after taste, he urged her into response. She clutched at his
shoulders and hung on tight as every hard inch of his body demanded her notice.
His legs braced apart, and when he cupped her ass cheeks in his hands, she
moaned softly in protest. Thick cock pressed intimately against her pleasure
spot, and she gasped again as frantic pleasure rocked her. As her lips parted,
he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She gasped at the invasion, but it felt so
good, so right. Again and again his tongue caressed hers, creating a fire far
more tempestuous than any storm she’d endured.
    He tore his mouth from hers, breathing raggedly as he buried
his face in the side of her neck. His tongue traced tiny patterns on sensitive
flesh, and she shivered with wanton need. She craved—no, she died for more of
what he was giving her despite the immorality of what she did. But it was too
wild, to uncertain, too amazing to abandon.
    Before she could gather air, his touch became far more
intimate. His palms slid down over her waist and hips then back to cup her
breasts. With a soft pluck, he teased one nipple. She moaned as heat as fierce
as the lightning outside jolted her. He wedged one strong thigh between her
legs and pressed upward. The ache between her legs burst into serious throbbing
need. She writhed on his leg, pressing, retreating, allowing the upward
movement of his thigh between her legs. One hand plunged into the front of her
pants and touched her pussy lips. She gasped.
    In the back of her melting sensibilities, she knew she had
to stop this. She pressed against his chest. Under her touch, his chest muscles
bunched and wiry hair prickled along her fingertips. Before she could speak, he
teased a spot at the top of her pussy. She inhaled sharply as pleasure danced
and tingled in that one spot.
    “That’s right,” he said softly, hotly into her ear. “Feel
it.”
    She couldn’t think of anything else as unbearable pleasure
spiraled out from that sensitive point. He dipped one finger between her pussy
lips and drew the wetness upward, circling and brushing over the sensitive spot
with soft touches that drove her one step away from madness.
    Must stop.
    Must.
    His other hand reached into the back of her pants and
smoothed over her bottom, cupping, stroking and adding fuel to her already
fiery needs.
    “What’s happening to me?” She whimpered the question, too
far gone for embarrassment.
    He licked her earlobe and a shiver went through her body.
“Pleasure.”
    He slipped one finger into her pussy and she quivered, more
surprise and more pleasure hitting her hard. With steady rhythm he pumped his
finger inside her. The fire increased, threatening to tear her apart. She threw
her head back, eyes closed, body out of control and writhing in his arms.
    “I can’t.” She