Free Kiss of Heat by Lora Leigh Page B

the shelf that placed the honeyed entrance to her body in direct alignment with the rock-hard flesh aching to sink into her.
    “Kane, no…” She whispered the words, but she was weak in his arms, her head falling back as his lips moved to her neck. “Don’t do this. Please.”
    “Fuck it,” he snarled, his hands framing her head, his gaze centering on her lips. “Kiss me, Sherra. Give it to me, baby. Now.”
    Her hands gripped his wrists; her lips trembled.
    “I can’t,” she cried out weakly. “You know I can’t.”
    Her eyes were nearly black with lust now, the hunger eating at her, destroying his control.
    “Deny it’s killing us both, Sherra,” he snapped, lust and anger unfurling inside his mind until he didn’t know if he should fuck her or spank her first. “Deny my right to this—to your kiss. Deny I’m your fucking mate, damn you.”
    She opened her mouth, whether to deny him or to agree he would never know. All he knew was the hunger, the rage, the need sending spikes of agonized demand through his balls and into the tormented shaft of his cock.
    His lips covered hers, his tongue plunging deep. His woman. By God, his mate.

Chapter Eight
     
    The kiss destroyed her. Silent screams of protest, of fear, ricocheted through her mind, but her body, her flesh, ignored every wailing demand that she stop. His tongue swept into her mouth, a cooling relief against the fiery ache of hers, so tempting, so soothing she was lost.
    It was like nothing she had known before; even the first shattering kiss they had shared so long ago was only a weak variation to this one. It weakened her, sent her senses screaming with the building heat that raced through her body, pooling in her womb and growing ever brighter.
    A conflagration rose inside her as his lips and tongue combined to drive her insane with the ravenous carnality that slammed into her body. She couldn’t fight him as well as herself. Not while his lips covered hers. His tongue tempted and stroked, driving her mad with the need to feel his lips twisting over hers, drawing on the swollen flesh of her tongue, relieving her of the hormone that now pulsed and throbbed within their swollen glands.
    Years of need, of brutal demand caused by the very nature of what she was rose to the surface. The battle for supremacy began then. His tongue tangled with hers, but this wasn’t what she needed. It stroked and cooled the burning flesh of her own, but again, she needed more. She fought to push past it, to gain control, to attain the victory of having his lips enclose it, sucking it into his mouth, easing the torturously swollen glands that seemed to fill further now.
    His hands were tight in her hair, holding her to him, though there was no longer any need. Her arms twined around his neck, holding him close, her nails biting into his scalp as sanity slipped further and further away.
    Her craving for him built. His taste, his touch. It became a raging tempest, sweeping aside fears, objections and reason as incandescent heat exploded through her body.
    With a victorious cry, she pushed her tongue past his lips and dissolved. Instantly Kane was there. His lips trapped her, his mouth drawing her. The hormone trapped within the swollen glands poured free as his hips jerked, his cock pushing hard and insistent against the damp fabric of her thin pants, the bulging head parting the lips of her pussy as it nudged in as far as the material allowed.
    Sherra was trying to crawl into his body now. The rapturous pleasure spreading through her as Kane suckled at her tongue was nearly more than she could survive. Her cunt spilled its thick essence against the cloth-entrapped head of his cock. Her hands held him to her, her head falling back as he fought to gain every drop of the aphrodisiac from her.
    In the back of her mind she knew the terror would come later. The fear for Kane and his safety would send her past every fear she had ever known. For now, though, there was only his