Free Shadow of Temptation (Asylums for Magical Threats #2.5) by Jessie Donovan Page A

the combination of her taste in his mouth and her scent in his nose would be as addictive as he imagined.
    He may have tried to deny it, but he’d wanted this woman for nearly two years. He pushed aside any hesitation and brushed the seam of her lips for permission. She opened and he plunged into her sweet, warm mouth. The heady combination of her heat and taste made him moan. He wanted more, much more.
    But was he the only one? He decided to find out.
    He moved his hand to the hem of Sabrina’s t-shirt and ran his finger under the material to brush the soft, smooth skin of her waist with his fingers. The more he stroked, the more Sabrina moaned into his mouth, and he knew she wanted more, too.
    He eased off her chest and slowly ran his hand under her shirt until he could cup her breast over her bra. He could feel her tight, beaded nipple through the material and he took a chance and pinched the tight bud. Sabrina threaded her fingers through his hair and stroked her tongue more fervently against his own. Wanting to see if he could make her even crazier with desire, he pinched and rolled her nipple again as he fought for control of her mouth, reveling in their teeth clashing more than once as they each fought for control. Sabrina met him stroke for stroke and upped her game by wrapping one of her legs around his and raising her hips against his cock. Despite the clothes separating their skin, he thrust against her and Sabrina broke the kiss with a hiss.
    He stilled his lower body and whispered, “Look at me.”
    Her heated brown gaze met his, and his cock throbbed, demanding much more than the friction of clothing against clothing. He wanted her skin.
    He pulled down one of the cups of Sabrina’s bra under her shirt and rubbed his palm against her hard, beaded nipple. “Will you let me taste you, Sabrina?”
    He pinched her nipple and she moved her hips against him as she whispered, “Yes.”
    After giving her breast one last squeeze, he moved his hand to the bottom of her shirt and tugged up. She raised her arms; he lifted the shirt off, and tossed it aside. He looked down and the image of one smooth, tan breast exposed while the other was still covered with her blue bra made him even harder.
    Sabrina lifted her hand to his hair again and pulled down. “Are you going to keep staring or are you going to taste me, like you promised?”
    Fuck, he didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this sexy, straightforward woman, but he was going to relish every minute of it while it lasted.
    He growled, bent down, and sucked her nipple. Hard. He felt her other leg wrap around his waist, but he focused on teasing her tight bud with his tongue. A swirl, a flick, and then he finally bit her gently. She tightened her grip in his hair and he released her. He blew on her wet flesh and she shivered. He smiled. “Maybe I should stop there.”
    “The hell you will.” Sabrina grabbed his head and brought it down to her face.
     
     
     
    Sabrina didn’t know what had come over her, but all she knew was that from the instant Jorge had kissed her, all of her years of pent-up lust had come rushing forth.
    At least that was what her mind wanted to rationalize, but Sabrina had never wanted a man to fuck her as much as she wanted the man currently between her legs. His warmth, his strength, and even his taste made every inch of skin sensitive and aware that she was a woman and he was a man.
    The way he tortured her nipple had nearly made her come. When he blew on her wet skin and suggested he should stop, she was beyond the point of rational thought. So, she took what she wanted, grabbed his head, and kissed him.
    She pushed her tongue inside his mouth and arched her back up to rub her sensitive nipples against his chest. The friction of one bared breast and one bra-covered against the fabric of his shirt was a different kind of sensation than what she’d had before, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel the heat of his skin around,