Free Runes by Em Petrova Page A

Will’s mind, body and soul responded, driving her to please him. She lost her mind to him, gave herself up to the new feelings, the feelings that suddenly felt all right.
    Hovering over him, she released a hot stream of air on his right nipple and it hardened for her. On to the left, she did so again, closely watching his eyes crease at the corners as they squeezed shut. Briefly she allowed her own nipples to sink against his. The first scalding touch sent her reeling into the past, into Sean’s bed. She tensed, then grew utterly still.
    Will rubbed her upper arms. She knew he could see into her mind, see the war waging in her soul between him and Sean. Just as clearly, she saw his patience.
    They spent a long minute searching each other’s eyes. You don’t need to go on, he told her. His mental voice sent an ache through her. She wanted to pleasure him, to forever stop the quaking the link had begun, to mesh her soul and heart with his. They were already knotted together by the ‘Calling’. The need to finish their bond flooded her mind. She rubbed her breasts against his chest. A moan escaped him, driving away Sean’s ghost. He tried to crush her against him, but she resisted.
    “Oh, no,” she cooed. “You’re not even warmed up yet.”
    She continued her breath play, trailing down his chest and to the pulse at each wrist. When she reached his lower abdomen, she tasted the golden flesh with her tongue. He jerked at her attentions and nearly dislodged her, but she clung tight with her strong thighs and blew some cooling air across the moist spot she’d created.
    His hands fisted the bedcovers, and his head jerked aside. Through clenched teeth, he said, “Stop this torment, Evangeline. Just take my cock into your mouth.”
    She laughed playfully. “Never. You’re going to beg me first.”
    Downward she moved, teasing him with the slightest brush of her nipples. And then deftly, she unbuttoned his pants and slid them down and away, revealing tight black briefs and the sexiest tattoo. She nearly gave in, but swallowed her need and teased him with more hot ticklish breaths.
    “What do you like?” she murmured so close to the flesh straining against his briefs. She nearly sent him over the edge. The thick bulge quivered with impending release, and abruptly, she withdrew. “Not yet, my precious lover. Back to the top,” she said, skimming the length of his body with the barest touch of her breasts.
    A half-sigh, half-moan burst from him, and she swallowed it with her mouth. He kissed her hungrily, seeking control, which she refused by pinning his arms to his sides. He could have easily thrown her off, but he let her continue this erotic torment. She perched atop him, kissing and biting his lips and tongue. The coarse hair of his beard burned her sensitive flesh.
    “I feel you shaking,” he said between kisses. “You want me.”
    “Not yet.” Withdrawing, she took her breast in hand and held it above his lips. His eyes scalded her, but she wouldn’t let him touch her nipple with his tongue. Taking the other breast as well, she slid them over his chest in slow arcs meant to madden him. His body was rigid, but she would not end his torment yet. When she touched her breasts to his immortal tattoo, she froze in shock, and he stiffened, seemingly on the verge of release. She held her breath, and only when he gave a ragged sigh did she continue, touching her breasts to his cock. He groaned and sank his fingers into her hair, his thumb tracing the stars at the corner of her eye. She cupped her breasts together, making a tight sheath about his erection. Undulating up and down, she rubbed his cock with her breasts from tip to root. Her eyes were riveted to the drop of delicious moisture collecting at the tip, and without thought she dipped her tongue into it.
    “Oh God,” he moaned, grabbing her arms and hauling her slick body up his sweaty chest. She stared into his crazed eyes. “I’m about to come,” he said