Free Powerful Moves [L.U.S.T.] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Tonya Ramagos Page A

drawing her attention for the first time to the dull ache of the abrasions on her tender flesh. His stubbled jaw left that evidence behind. Somehow she knew it would upset him to know he had harmed her, even in such a deliciously enjoyable way.
    The vision showed him lifting her into his arms. He brushed a kiss to the top of her head and carried her to her room. Moments later, he exited her room to cross the hall and disappear into the guestroom.
    He hadn’t hung around in her room, hadn’t attempted to stay in her bed with her. She admired that, respected him for it. She’d been down for the count, completely out of it, mentally and physically vulnerable, and he’d left her alone.
    There’s definitely more to you than meets the eye, Tavius Zolan .
    She walked to the closed guestroom doorway, attempting to open it before the images had a chance to take hold. She froze with her hand on the doorknob when they hit and slammed her eyes shut, sinking her teeth into her lower lip as her body erupted in fierce desire.
    She saw Tavius standing at the foot of the bed, head tipped back, eyes closed. His shoulders rose and fell in a heavy sigh. His shirt rose next as he tugged it up and over his head and let it fall to the floor at his feet.
    Elena’s gaze moved over the imagery of corded muscles and rigid abs. Her body’s acute memory of that fine-toned torso pressed to her pliant curves didn’t help her hormones remain at bay. He reached for the fastening of his leather pants, and she knew she should cut off the vision before it went any further.
    She couldn’t. Not simply because she really, really wanted to see the show but because once the visions came to her unbidden as this one had, they gave her no choice but to let them play out. She swallowed as his fingers worked the fastening free. He shucked the leather down thick thighs and strong calves, kicking the pants off in a move that bordered frustration.
    Elena’s gaze moved up, and she swallowed again. His thighs weren’t the only thick part of his anatomy. The sight of Tavius’s fully aroused cock made her feel dizzier than the power hangover she woke with. Her channel gave a spasmodic jerk at the fingers of need that clawed her inner walls.
    He settled on the edge of the bed, one hand on his thigh, the other, sweet Gods in Summerland , curled around his stiff cock. He started stroking himself, slowly at first but picking up pace in measured glides of his fisted hand up and down his shaft.
    Elena’s hand tightened on the doorknob as she watched the vision of Tavius jerking himself off play until he ejaculated. She wanted to help him. Her hand burned to fist around his rigid shaft. Her mouth watered with the desire to take his thick cock between her lips, to trace the pulsing vein with her tongue, to drink the thick semen that spewed from the slit when he reached his release.
    His chest heaving from his exertions, Tavius fell back on the bed. As if someone pushed the off button on Elena’s mental television, the vision ended. She opened her eyes and found Tavius sleeping soundly in the bed, the sheet and comforter tangled around his legs but covering his essential parts.
    Winded herself after the vision she’d witnessed, she decided to make coffee and change before waking him. She cast a last, longing glance at the man who scared her to her toes even as he made said toes tingle, and closed the door behind her as she walked to the kitchen.
    A half an hour later, Elena found herself standing outside the guestroom again, this time with a tray of two coffee cups balanced on one hand. She took a deep breath to steady her suddenly racing heart and slammed her vision shield in place. A part of her, the sensible one that looked out for her own self-preservation, wished she’d thought to shield herself before leaving her room. The other part, the vixen with the seriously developing thing for a certain other-realm visitor, was glad she hadn’t.
    He lay exactly as she left