Free Hunger Aroused by Dee Carney Page B

breath teased. “Wait for it.” He made a tsking sound. “So impatient.”
    Her hands left the safety of the cushions and pushed into her hair. Gripped handfuls until it almost pained her. And Corin continued his exploration using little more than lips, tongue and teeth. A deep inhale brought his chest brushing against the inside of her thighs, and she realized he took in the scent of her sex. Took it in himself with an appreciation that curled his lips in a self-satisfied smile.
    He dipped his head again, his long and hot tongue sliding against the soft curve of her belly, leading a trail of moisture from the crown of her curls up to her belly button. The way he delved his tongue inside the small indentation thereafter was just short of scandalous. It brought rushing to mind the way he teased with her lower lips earlier. The way he tasted and drank from her until her body had no more to give.
    And still he worked his way up.
    â€œSo beautiful, Jasmine.” His lips brushed against her skin as he talked, his breath an extension of him. His scent, the apples and subtle cinnamon, was sensual. Arousing. Pleasing.
    Her nipples were painful beads on heavy breasts. Her abdomen trembled with greedy anticipation. Heat spiraled through her body, and she knew with unwavering uncertainty that this time, her change had nothing to do with the feelings she experienced. Corin, his body, his sensuality, his whispered words of worship, lit this fire.
    â€œCorin, you’re killing me.” He was. If he didn’t touch her, very specific licentious touching, her body would overheat and she would die an agonizing, unfulfilled death.
    â€œNo, mellita. This is not the dying.” He lifted up, his clothed chest rubbing against her bare breasts. He tilted his head until his mouth brushed against the sensitive area between her neck and shoulder. She parted her thighs even farther, making room for him to settle, but Corin had other ideas. Instead of the hard push of his clothed erection on her naked sex, a single stroke of his finger on her clit was what she felt next. “This is.”
    He no sooner declared it than Jasmine called his name, an orgasm rocketing through her body with such force her hips punched into the air, almost dislodging her lover. It was a single touch on her clit. A single, precise touch. Corin waited for tight muscles to unclench, for the orgasm to finish its explosive exploration of her core before kissing his way over the rounds of her breasts again.
    Gasping, she laughed, breathless. “You’ve done this before.”
    â€œNot like this, no, I haven’t.” That was so very good to hear. So very, very good.
    â€œWell, the thing of it is…” She had to lick her lips in order to stifle a moan. How he managed to get his tongue to do such delicious things against her collarbone she’d never know. “You’re not supposed to be dressed.”
    He allowed her trembling fingers to push that damned duster out of the way. To help him slide out of the holster housing the lethal-looking spikes. Corin rolled the very tips of her nipples between two fingers, making her bite down a hiss of pleasurable pain. Almost distracted Jasmine from loosening the button on the waist of his pants.
    The vampire toyed with her body until she’d been strung tight. Pulling on her sensitive nipples until the pain sparked a delicious rocket of sensation through her pulsing pussy.
    â€œYour clothes,” she gasped. “Off. Now.”
    At first, she thought he might ignore her again. His head dipped low, his mouth engulfing the tip of her breast. Jasmine arched, Corin’s hot breath and moist tongue causing her to writhe beneath him. The heat in her core reached molten proportions, and her lover only ratcheted up the sensation until she thought she might melt.
    He slid out of his shirt, opened the fly of his pants. Meanwhile, every place he touched sizzled, every inch his mouth