Free Evading (Regent Vampire Lords Book 4) by K.L. Kreig Page B

able to stand the erotic nips he was now raining down her other leg. Her core felt unbearably empty and her hips started to roll in a silent call.
    “No. It wasn’t your witchy eyes or your bee-stung lips or your curves of sin, Giselle. I wasn’t immune to those, but that’s not what I see when I look at you.”
    After her other shoe hit the carpet with a thud, he crawled up her body, hovering over her. With his hips pinning hers to the softness underneath, his cock perfectly aligned, and his fingers buried in her hair, he husked, “Do you want to know what I see?”
    She did want to know, but she couldn’t help the snide comment that ran away. It was all about armor, protection, deflection. Even now. She wasn’t sure if that would ever abate. “You see a species that took the love of your life from you.”
    She gasped at the sting on her scalp from the angry tightening of Mike’s hands. He had her head pulled back and up at a slight angle while his gaze bore into her. “That smart mouth gets me hard as fuck every single time, but your words are wrong, Giselle. I see the love of my life. I’m looking at her and only her right now. I see the woman who every bad decision and every morsel of revenge steered me to. I see you, Giselle. The mouthy vixen, who, underneath all that huff and puff, is just a fragile, emotional wreck I want to spend the rest of my days fixing. I want to make sure she knows how fucking glad I am that she sauntered into my completely pathetic existence.”
    An unhurried smile crept across her face. She couldn’t even get mad at his dig into her emotional state, because what the hell? He was right. “You’re only marginally pathetic,” she joked lightly.
    Mike’s head fell back when he laughed and it lit her up like starlight. Starlight then morphed into a sea of flames when he wound a hand between them, burrowing his fingers under her panty line. He stroked through her honeyed wetness with a single finger a single time before he grabbed the sides and ripped them off with an easy snap of his wrists.
    “You’re so goddamned wet, baby,” he whispered against her cheek. “So silky for me.”
    He pushed off her and dragged the ruined lace down her other leg. Throwing the panties behind him, he pushed her dress up and over her hips until the leather creaked and bunched around her waist.
    Mike’s burning gaze dropped to the place where he’d now spread her wide. His thumbs toyed with her nub, coiling the want in her even tighter. When he spoke, the thickened texture of his voice made her gush until she was sure her need was running down to meet the sheets. “I want you,” he murmured absently, drawing her juice from pussy to clit. He circled light and slow as the tempo of her hips increased trying to make him follow. The bastard didn’t; he just kept talking. “And to be clear, that means I want to fuck you now so damn hard tears stream from those ocean blues in sheer fucking joy. Each salty drop of water will hold a bad memory and when they hit this cotton we’re lying on, they will be washed away for good.”
    She started to say she’d never be free of her shame, but he shut her up by pushing a saturated thumb into her open mouth, pressing it down on her tongue. On a low moan—his—she closed her lips around it and tasted herself for the first time as he continued to heal her with every reverent syllable, every sensual action. “And because that still won’t be good enough and because I don’t want those motherfuckers trapped where I plan to take you day after day and night after night, we’ll burn these fucking sheets together, destroying them for good. Then we’ll start over again tomorrow until every goddamned one of them that plagues you is eternally condemned.”
    “That could take a lot of time. I have a lot of demons,” she said softly when he pulled his thumb out on a pop.
    “I can be a patient man when I want something bad enough.”
    Mike drew the wet digit down