Free Deadly Is the Kiss by Rhyannon Byrd

room. Her breasts weren’t the largest he’d ever seen, but he didn’t give a damn. What they were was impossibly beautiful…graceful, like the rest of her body. Perfectly curved and full and pale, her nipples small and pink, already pulled tight with need. A blatant temptation he couldn’t resist.
Putting his hands on her rib cage, Ashe lifted her off the floor, bringing those succulent breasts to his mouth. His heart pounded as he pressed a soft kiss to the healing scratches, then lowered his head and hungrily tongued one small, velvety nipple, rubbing and licking at it. His breathing quickened as she arched her back and made a needy sound deep in her throat, her nails digging into his shoulders. He couldn’t get enough of the way she tasted, moving to her other breast with a soft growl, licking and sucking until her nipple was like a plump, ripe berry on his tongue, driving him wild. He wanted to devour her. Lick every sumptuous inch of her firm little body from head to toe, as if he could somehow imprint himself on her with the ravenous demands of his mouth.
Needing more of her—needing all of her—Ashe gave a final lick to both nipples, taking a moment to enjoy how they looked all shiny and wet from his mouth, their color darker…deeper than before. Then he tossed her back into the middle of the bed, a gasp of shock spilling from her lips as she bounced there once…twice.
Leaning over the side of the mattress, he quickly tugged off her boots and jeans, then fisted his hand in the front of her black panties and gave a hard yank, wrenching them off in shreds. She cried out, her eyes huge in the blushing warmth of her face, lips parted with her increasingly fast breaths as she tried to cover herself.
He could scent the embarrassment simmering beneath her desire, her shyness yet another surprise that he hadn’t expected. One that made the corner of his mouth twitch with a smile.
“Uh-uh. Spread your legs and pull your knees out at your sides,” he told her, his low voice filled with need and lust and things he didn’t want to think about. To even acknowledge. “I need to see you, Jules. All of you.”
“I…uh…” The fiery blush on her cheeks spread, sweeping over her pale skin, her body vibrating at a high frequency, making him wonder how much time had passed since she’d last been with a man. He knew better than to hope for more than a few months, at the most. She was too beautiful, too sensual. Hell, the guards who worked for her family probably did their best to get her into bed as often as they could.
Shoving the infuriating thought aside, Ashe ripped off his sweater and followed her down onto the dark blue bedding. He’d wanted this woman for so long, and now he had her naked and laid out before him, her pale skin gleaming like a pearl against the stretch of midnight-blue beneath her. He couldn’t believe it was even better than he’d imagined.
“Don’t be shy,” he coaxed in a low murmur, crawling over her and placing a kiss against her trembling fingers. The searing heat in his veins burned hotter, her warm, sensual scent making his mouth water. “Come on, Jules. I want to see what you’ve been hiding from me for so long.”
With a deep breath, she pulled her hands away. Then she slowly exhaled, and relaxed the muscles in her thighs, inching them apart. “That’s it,” he groaned, running his tongue over the sensitive tip of a fang as he caught his first glimpse of her thick, slippery folds, his heart pounding to a brutal, painful rhythm. Struggling for control, Ashe rubbed a thumb over the pale, soft skin of her inner thigh, thinking it was a good thing she’d made that stipulation about no feeding. He wanted her blood—wanted the feel and the warmth of it sitting in his mouth—his fangs already aching with the need to feel that pale skin giving way beneath them. But he had no doubt the taste of it would push him too far.
But there were other things he could get his mouth on, and he