Free Assassin by Lexxie Couper

replied in a low voice. “How can she do this to you? How can she make you so mad with lust, with longing, you forget who you are. What you are.”
    Jaienna returned his gaze. “And your answer?”
    “I don’t care.”
    Heat rolled over her. Heat that had nothing to do with his physical touch, but everything to do with her heart and soul. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back to the mattress, drawing in a deep breath as his lips and teeth and tongue returned to her sodden, creamy pussy.
    Delicious tension grew. Her fingers clenched his hair, holding him to her wet heat. And just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, his mouth left her sex and he drove his magnificent cock deep inside her in one fluid thrust. There was a moment of wonderful pain as he filled her completely and then there was nothing but sheer bliss.
    With each powerful stroke he drove her back across the mattress. Grabbing at the sheet, she anchored herself to the bed, almost out of her mind with squirming, twisting pleasure. Pleasure that only peaked higher when Zeric raked his hands down her thighs and pulled her legs up over his shoulders, allowing him deeper, deeper, oh so much deeper entry into her ravenous sex. His rhythm was magical, his rampant cock rubbing against her clit to such perfection her blood began to tingle and her muscles quiver. When he reached between them to stimulate her more with his thumb she let out a hoarse cry.
    Over and over again he brought her to the edge, letting her glimpse at sweet, erupting release but never letting her fall. She’d never dreamed it was possible—this endless euphoric state. It left her breathless. Aching from head to toe. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, that she was going to come in a gushing flood, he would pull back, withdraw his cock and cover her body with hundreds of soft, tender kisses that burnt her up and left her gasping. Time ceased to have meaning. Nothing existed anymore except Zeric, his mouth, his tongue, his hands and his unrelenting cock.
    He gazed down at her, golden eyes burning with an intensity she could almost feel, as if he fought to control a power beyond them both. “God damn it, Jaienna,” he ground out through gritted teeth. “I can’t hold it back much longer. If I don’t come now…”
    Pressure built, continued to build. Waves of undulating tension crashed over her. Through her. The soles of her feet began to tingle. Her nipples became painful. His cock hammered into her, her pussy gripped it. “Oh gods, Zeric! Oh, gods!”
    Her orgasm smashed through her, taking her breath with it.
    His responding growl was fierce, turning into a cry that sounded like a howl as his strokes grew harder and faster. Wilder.
    Jaienna’s nails shredded the sheet, and before the last of his seed spurted, before the force of her climax destroyed her sanity, she slipped into his mind.
    Don’t ask me any questions, just let me go —
    His hands clenched at her hips, a shudder rocked his body, and another howl escaped his throat.
    Let me go? Do I really want to be let go ?
    No. She didn’t.
    When he stretched onto his back, taking her with him without breaking their sweet connection, she knew, irretrievably, that she never wanted the moment to end.
    What would be so bad about surrendering to it? To feeling something in her life apart from bloody hate and empty sorrow.
    Nothing. Except knowing your sister’s killer escaped unpunished. Alive when she is dead .
    Like an icy blade, the tiny thought slipped through the wanton haze that shrouded her mind.
    It was enough to jerk her back to cruel reality. She had to focus. She had to remember her training. Until Crortek suffered—immensely—no other life existed for her except that of a killer. Detached. Manipulative. Alone.
    She opened her eyes, gazing down at Zeric, waiting for her planted suggestion to take hold. Wanting everything he wordlessly offered. Wanting it all. Knowing it was out of her