Free The Devil's Due by Lora Leigh Page A

him.
    She
was
his.
    From this moment on, tied not just by the emotions that would have arisen in time but were now flooding both their senses in overwhelming waves, but also by a heat neither of them could ever resist.
    A sensual, sexual heat—a bond of ever-increasing pleasure—
    * * *
    F or a moment, just a moment, Katie was certain she was finding a pace with the pleasure that she could process. Riding the waves of sensations, forcing air into her lungs, out again, she was able to actually make sense of some of the emotions tearing through her.
    She could feel her heart racing, adrenaline infusing it as some hidden part of her senses seemed to open and reach out to him.
    She’d never done that. She’d never opened herself to anyone but her parents. And never in her life had she opened herself as she was now. Reaching out to another and
feeling
him. She could feel him. Not just physically, not just his touch, his kiss, the lick of his tongue over her hip.
    She could feel the darkness inside him struggling with a compassion and a hunger that so matched the hunger she’d known herself for years. A need to know another to the very depths of their soul.
    A hunger to touch another’s soul as she was touching his now.
    Then, his lips moved from her hip, down the bend of her thigh. They brushed against her mound, his breath feathering over the swollen, desperately aching bud of her clit.
    Following the brush of air, his tongue sent her reeling.
    Pressing between the plump folds of her flesh, it curled around the bud, stroked it, then his lips were drawing it inside and the thought of anything but surrendering to the crashing waves of fiery pleasure, rising emotions, and sheer desperation was a thing of the past.
    “Look at me, Kate.” The demand was a harsh, primal growl that brought her eyes open, instantly meeting his as he stared up at her from between her thighs.
    He hadn’t called her Katie, just Kate. Staring into his eyes, she realized that where others may not see or acknowledge the woman she was, this Breed could, at the very least, sense it.
    She hadn’t been Katie, at least in her own mind, for a very long time.
    As their eyes met, white-hot sensation lanced her clit, dragging her back from any personal revelations to a place where only the pleasure mattered.
    His tongue licked as his cheeks hollowed, suckling it deeper inside his mouth as he seemed to find just the right spot with his tongue where the slightest stroke and just the right pressure began to amplify the tension now pouring through her body.
    The pleasure was agonizing.
    It drew her body tight, shortened her breath. Each pulse of sensation throbbed through her clit, intensifying the pleasure and the rising need. It tore through her. It stroked across sensitive nerve endings, tightened in her vagina, burned through her senses, then suddenly imploded through her in a surge of such exquisite, ecstatic pleasure that she became lost in the sensations.
    She became lost in her Devil.
    As she reached the pinnacle of sensation and began easing back, Kate became aware of him rising between her thighs and coming over her as the heated width of his cock pressed into the swollen folds of her sex.
    The intensity of her orgasm had been shocking enough, but as the crest of his erection pressed inside her, a sudden spurt of heat moisture ejaculating from him into the clenched depths of her pussy had her lashes opening wide, her gaze meeting his. And if she was surprised at the feel of it, then the shock in his gaze assured her he was even more so.
    “Did you finish?” she whispered, suddenly terrified he had.
    If he’d finished, how then would she ease the painful need clenching at her flesh?
    “Fuck. No, babe . . .” He tightened, a hard grimace pulling at his expression as it happened again, though this time, it seemed hotter, her inner flesh more sensitive to the sudden pulse of . . . whatever it was.
    His jaw clenched, his eyes glowing with his own