Free Colin: Her Warlock Protector Book 4 by Hazel Hunter

ripped the dress straight down the middle with one hard jerk. She moaned with the pleasure of having her clothing ripped from her body, and she smiled to see his eyes when he saw what was revealed underneath.  
    She had bought more than just a dress when she was cruising Michigan Avenue. There were some amazing lingerie stores hidden here and there, and she had splurged. The ivory bra and matching panties, heavily embroidered in some places and nearly transparent in others, gave her skin a luminous glow, and for a moment, all that Colin could do was stop and stare.  
    “You look like you've never done this before,” she said innocently. “Should I show you what you should do next?”
    His growl was barely short of bestial, and he buried his mouth in the crook of her neck, nipping at the skin there firmly before drawing it between his teeth and suckling. She groaned when she realized that he was going to mark her skin, leaving his brand as if she were his and his alone. For a moment, she knew that she wanted nothing more. With a flash of insight that would haunt her the rest of her life, she knew in that moment that she wanted this, with him, forever. Then his skilled mouth moved to one taut nipple, and she forgot the thought.  
    Selene wanted to touch him. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him, to press herself close to him and to be with him as he gave her this amazing pleasure. But his hand held hers pinned as easily as she would pin Bitsy. She squirmed, and she twisted, and finally she was willing to beg.
    “Let me touch you,” she pleaded. “Let me hold you, please, I need it.”
    His laugh was dark.
    “Unless you tell me to stop, I'm going to do exactly what I like. I swear on any god you care to name that you'll come over and over again, if I have my way. But you're going to do it my way. Say the word and this stops, but unless you are ready for that, you'll let me do as I please.”
    Selene wailed because if there was anything she knew, it was that she did not want these intense sensations to stop. She didn't want him to stop sliding his hands along her taut body. She didn't want him to stop lapping at her nipple. She didn't even want him to release his hold on her hands.
    There was something deliciously decadent about being restrained for her own pleasure, and she stopped fighting it. Her hands stayed pinned above her. His free hand roved over her body, exploring it and bringing shivers of pleasure. He teased at the waistband of her panties, running his finger under the fabric. Instead of tearing it away from her the way that he had her dress however, he simply traced the edges of the fabric, making the skin beneath burn with longing.  
    He slid his hand between her legs, and the feel of his fingers next to her slit with only a soaked piece of fabric separating them made her moan.
    “Look at you,” he whispered. “Look at how much you want me.”
    She whimpered in agreement, and then she gasped in surprise when he rose above her. He knelt between her spread legs, pressing them even further apart, and then he came forward to rest his weight gently on top of her. He pressed his hardness along her furrow and, as he stroked his length against her, she felt her control slipping. She needed him, she wanted him, and there was nothing that she could do about it.
    “If I let you go, are you going to do what I say?” he whispered.
    She answered before she could think about it.
    “Oh yes, yes,” she wailed, and with nothing more than that, he let her go and rose to his knees.
    “Take off your underwear,” he said.
    She could hear the command that he had honed for centuries. His brilliant eyes were nearly black with desire, and Selene knew that Colin had every expectation of being obeyed.
    With a shiver, she stripped off her bra and panties, and she lay in front of him, entirely nude. Some part of her wanted to cover herself, but a bigger part of her wanted him to see her, truly see her, and