Free Night Thief by Lisa Kessler

knelt before her like a naked supplicant.
    She wasn’t sure what was happening. Her body begged to be satisfied, yet he retreated.
    His gaze held hers as he bent her leg, lifting it onto his shoulder. He brushed hot wet kisses along her inner thigh. “You deserve no less than worship, Rita.”
    Without warning, he pulled her closer, his mouth devouring her core. Her hands fisted in his hair as pleasure electrified her bloodstream, sending her rushing toward the edge of losing her body and mind to pure sensation.
    He steadied her with one hand, the other sliding up her leg until his fingers slid inside of her. His tongue touched her, teased her, and finally, her entire body trembled with more pleasure than she’d ever known.
    When she came back to herself, he’d already lowered her leg. Kane straightened, kissing her lips and holding her. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Once he rested over her, she opened her legs, allowing him to settle even closer. She cupped his face with a blissful smile.
    “You are most definitely a god.”
    Kane laughed, the sound making her heart flip inside her chest. He kissed her lips, murmuring, “This is the first time I have felt like one in centuries.”
    He stared into her eyes, so much lighter than his own, and wanted to memorize this moment, having her in his arms, the taste of her passion on his lips. Refusing to allow himself to ponder beyond this night, he slid one hand down her leg, drawing it up to his hip. With his gaze locked on hers, Kane thrust his hips forward, sinking himself completely into her.
    Her lips parted, and finally she moaned his name. She was made for him. How could he ever be satisfied with this one night? Eternity would not be long enough to enjoy her.
    He nuzzled into her neck, teasing the soft skin just below her ear, lost in the heat of passion. Every demand from his hips, she answered, working into his thrusts. Rita dragged her fingernails up his back, hard. His bloodlust simmered, the jaguar inside growling. He wanted to savor her, but his grip on his control weakened with every thrust.
    Her inner muscles tightened around him, tempting him, but before he surrendered to the passion, Rita rolled him over until she sat above him, straddling him. Her golden hair, mussed and loose around her face, seduced him.
    Sliding his hands up her silky skin, he cupped the weight of her breasts as she took control, working herself along the length of his erection. Everything about this woman awakened his body, his soul. He’d never felt anything like it in his long life.
    He wanted all of her, and he wanted her to be a part of him. Her body alone would never be enough.
    Kane gripped her hips, working himself into her hard, watching the passion rise on her face. Sliding one hand between them, he rubbed and teased her until he felt her body clench around him, dragging him over the peak with her until he erupted deep inside of her.
    Rita collapsed onto his chest with an exhausted smile.
    He brushed her hair back behind her ear, and caught himself wishing for more hours in the night. Was it just the night before that he’d pledged to be more careful and not grow too fond of her? Her mortality would make his eternity unbearable if he allowed himself to become attached. For the past millennia, he’d been careful to live apart from humanity’s emotional entanglements, avoiding their brief moments on this earth.
    Protecting himself.
    Rita lifted her head from his chest. Her flushed skin, mussed hair, and blissful smile made his chest tighten. He reached up to cup her cheek.
    She turned and kissed his palm. “May I ask you something?”
    “Anything.”
    Her fingertips traced the crescent-shaped scar on the left side of his chest. “Who did this?”
    His hand covered hers, pressing it over the smooth scar. “I fought a demon who threatened my people. She nearly tore my heart from my chest.”
    He closed his eyes and a flash of memory seized