Free Dominion by Marissa Farrar Page B

corners of her eyes and she stood on tiptoes to kiss him, her mouth soft and warm against his. Tears trickled down her cheeks, toward their joined lips, and he tasted salt.
    Their kiss deepened, tongues dancing to trace every inch of each other’s mouth. He reached down and lifted her, so her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her to the couch and reclined her back on the cushions. She lay out before him, her hair spread in a wave across the soft leather.
    Sebastian bent his face to her belly and raised her top to expose her flat stomach. He ran his tongue up from her navel in a cold, wet trail, eliciting a shiver and a rash of goose bumps from her flesh.
    Serenity exhaled in a small moan. She turned her face to one side and closed her eyes.
    He pushed the t-shirt upward, exposing her naked breasts. He reached up and covered one soft, warm mound with his palm. The nipple immediately tightened, forming a hard bud against his cold flesh. He moved higher up her body and lowered his mouth to her other breast, enclosing his lips around her areola. His tongue swept in a circle, hardening her nipple further.
    Blood rushed to the area, the veins thick and faintly blue beneath her creamy skin. Her pulse thumped in his ears, the sound overwhelming all others. He longed to bite her there, sink his teeth into the sweet, succulent flesh and draw her blood up over her tight nipple and into his throat. But he held himself back, he always held himself back. Whatever his darkest desires might be, Sebastian would never want her to be frightened of him.
    His own arousal pressed hard against her thigh, a pressure for which he needed to find release.
    Sebastian lifted his face from her breast and knelt up. Moving with speed, he pulled off her top and tore her panties down one side and then the other, so the wispy shreds of material fell from her body.
    She looked down, a smile quirking the corners of her lips, and raised an eyebrow. “I think you owe me a new pair of panties.”
    “I prefer you without them.”
    Quickly, he removed his own clothes, dropping them to the floor beside the couch. He paused for a moment, just to make sure Elizabeth was still sleeping. He focused in on her steady heart and breathing upstairs. They wouldn’t be disturbed any time soon.
    He lowered himself over Serenity, her warm, smooth thighs wrapping around his hips, drawing him in. He held himself above her body, only the faintest slither of air between his chest and hers. He kissed the corners of her mouth, gentle teasing nips, until she reached around the back of his head and caught his neck, pressing his face down to hers. She kissed him back, deep and sweet.
    With a gentle shift of his hips, he pushed inside her, the heat of her soft, wet core burning him like fire. Her inner muscles hugged him tight, gripping him in her heat.
    Nothing else allowed him to take in another person’s body heat like this, other than feeding. Her warmth spread from his pelvis up through his body. How did he feel to her, he wondered? Like he’d placed a rod of ice inside her?
    Serenity dug her blunt nails into his back, her heels pressing into the backs of his thighs. She lifted her hips to meet him and gently he pushed back, sliding deeper. They moved together, a perfect match, two bodies as one. Her heat against his cold.
    Even at the point where pleasure tilted him over the edge, he’d never completely be able to let go. His powerful strength meant he could shatter her pelvic bone with just one uncontrolled thrust of his hips. And the need to bite sometimes became overwhelming, wanting to lose himself in her completely. To devour her in every way.
    Serenity’s heart rate picked up as her climax approached, blood rushing through her veins. Her breath left her body in little gasps, gusting against his shoulder as she clung to him.
    Her heat … her smell … the blood flowing …
    An overwhelming excess of sensations.
    He wanted her, wanted her in every way. To be his