Free Runes by Em Petrova

shuddered.
    Before she could gasp for more breath, he buried his tongue in her mouth. Their kiss was frantic with need, and as her orgasm ebbed away, her tongue slowed against his and drew to an exquisite stop.
    She opened her eyes into his. “Now it’s your turn,” she said, and threw him onto his back.

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Chapter Ten

    “You deserve the same torment,” Evangeline said, studying Will’s glowing eyes.
    Dawn sent its long fingers into the bedroom to spill across Will’s perfect body and render it surreal. He could have been one of the granite statues, lying across the bed in only jeans slung low on his hips so that the inky lines of his immortal tattoo peeked from beneath the waistband. She’d had too many fantasies of him in this state to be immune to the sight and wanted above all to touch him.
    Kneeling over him, she spent long minutes studying his eyes close up. They were golden brown with rays of darkness at the center. For months she’d craved this moment. He’d driven her mad with visions of making love to her, and the ideas of togetherness he’d forced into her mind. Once she’d wished him away. Never again.
    As she realized this, a wave of guilt swept her. Sean’s loss was a hot coal in her stomach. Her mind felt sick thinking of him, of that haunted look that had followed her from the apartment. It followed her now, into Will’s bedroom.
    But before her lay a man whose very soul caressed the edges of hers. His eyes were mirrors, reflecting the depth of his emotion for her. Yes, he loved her already. How could she not respond?
    His chest was sprinkled with crisp auburn hair, and it rose and fell beneath her, curling about his perfect nipples, which were set like jewels in the mounds of his pectoral muscles. She caressed each hair with her eyes, right down into the V that funneled into his pants.
    A hard, unshaven jaw made her burn, wondering how the rough hair would feel moving against her. But his mouth made her juices trickle between her legs anew. It was wide and full and delivered the sexiest lazy smile. She wanted to kiss it and never stop.
    She shifted against his chest, a dull throb beginning deep in her belly. She was soaking the dusting of hair above his navel with her fluids, and ground her pussy against him instinctively.
    He grinned up at her, his teeth white and even. “What do you intend to do with me, baby?”
    What did she think she was doing? Sean’s scent still permeated her clothes. Was she ready to jump into Will’s arms so easily? But a bone-deep instinct to give him pleasure loosened her defenses. His soul was beckoning her, and the spark she saw in his mind drove her on.
    “I’m going to play with you like you played with me. Only better, if I can manage it. I’m going to arouse you so much, I’ll convince you to never leave me wanting,” she told him in a low voice.
    Between her thighs, his chest rumbled with laughter. “Do your worst.”
    Slowly she leaned over him, her nipples inches above his chest, and her mouth suspended over his, exchanging breath. She inhaled him now, getting used to the smoky, musky scent of his body, so different from Sean’s, yet just as compelling.
    She let these thoughts swirl through her mind like an addictive cocktail. Her heartbeat slowed to keep time with Will’s. She felt his soul blossom, and swell, glowing at her nearness. She sought the deepest part of herself to give him more.
    Her breath was a whisper kiss as she spoke the dirty things she hoped would drive him to distraction. He surged upward, but she dodged him and kept talking. Along his jaw and down his throat, she worked him, teasing him with nothing more than her moist breath. She felt his chest muscles tighten beneath her and delighted in a new flood of wetness on her thighs. Her panties were soaked, and she told him this. She told him that she wanted him to lick them when she was finished with him and show her how much he wanted to lick her cunt.
    With each bold word,