Free Constant Craving [Rapture Island 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Leah Brooke Page B

death.”
    Gripping her wrists in one of his hands, he ran the tips of his fingers down her arm, sending ribbons of electricity to her nipples. “But, I’m here. I’m willing to take the risk because I think the rewards will be worth it. I hope you have the courage to do the same.”
    Kelsey stiffened and tried to pull her hands free, but Gabriel tightened his grip, holding her in place. It was the first time he’d ever used his strength to control her, and the thrill of being overpowered shocked her. Knowing that he meant her no harm and that he would release her if she got scared only intensified the sensation. “Gabriel, I’m not the kind of woman who does things like this.” It came out in a breathless rush of passion as another rush of moisture escaped to coat her inner thighs.
    He smiled faintly, his eyes full of tenderness. “I know, but you’re exactly the kind of woman who should. These hands are mine, Kelsey. You gave them to me and I want them to stay where they are.”
    Kelsey tried to pretend the spike in her arousal had nothing to do with having her arms raised, and the ensuing sense of defenselessness, but she knew the truth.
    “I don’t like being vulnerable.”
    “But you’re wondering why it feels so good?”
    How the hell did he know that?
    Not bothering to answer him, Kelsey turned away, the sense that her life was about to change making her a little uneasy, but the excitement and need for him overrode it. “What did you mean—I’m the kind of woman who should?”
    Gabriel’s warm breath touched her cheek just seconds before his lips did. “You have a sadness in your eyes that tears at people, and a vulnerability that makes me want to wrap you in cotton—”
    She tried to pull away, but he didn’t let her put more than an inch between them before yanking her back. “I don’t want to be wrapped in cotton, damn you. I can take care of myself and—”
    Gabriel scraped his teeth over her shoulder, a clear threat that had her sucking in a breath. “—and an attitude that makes me want to fuck your ass until you come so hard you scream with the kind of pleasure a woman like you needs to feel.”
    He moved before she could do more than gasp, turning her and pressing her back against the wall, her hands firmly clasped in one of his over her head. “You make me crazy to have you. Pleasure you. Possess you.”
    “Gabriel.” Arching, she pressed her breasts against his chest, moving against him and thrilling at the friction on her nipples through the thin fabric. “I want to. I want you . I can’t believe I’m saying this. I want to…see what it could feel like. I just don’t want anything more than pleasure.”
    She needed to show him that she could be as sophisticated as the women he was used to. She promised herself that she wouldn’t be clingy, and would do her best to not encumber him with her need for more.
    His lips hovered over hers. “We’ll see. That’s one of the things we’ll explore. God help me, I can’t resist you. You’re going to rip my heart out. I know it, but I just can’t resist you.”
    No one had ever spoken to her that way before.
    No one had ever made her feel so desired.
    He had a way about him that made her believe there could be more between them, and gave her hope for forever.
    It became harder and harder to remember that his seductive words were part of the kind of games he played, a game she was too inexperienced to understand.
    She wanted his lips on hers. She wanted his mouth to take hers, as a man would kiss a woman he desired above all else.
    Swallowing heavily, she let her eyes flutter closed, so immeasurably touched she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, she found herself engulfed in a warm sea of emotion that shifted everything inside her. Gulping, she opened her eyes, her breath coming out in short, panicked pants. “Gabriel.” Her breathless whimper was met with a sharp intake of breath as his hands tightened on her