Free Darkling by Em Petrova Page B

desirable, Niles?”
    “God yes.” Pain grated in his dulcet tones, like glass
beneath a boot heel. “Exotic and sweet and fragrant as a flower. Sultry and
sexy. I want you so fucking bad.”
    “Then take me.” She tumbled into the sheets and lay staring
up at him, urging him with her gaze to love her—show her the ways of passion
between Earthlings. Night after night she listened to love words, confessions
and cries of bliss. She needed that experience just once. The ache was
unbearable in this body.
    He twisted so he hovered over her with an arm braced on
either side of her torso. His dark hair fell into one blazing eye. She reached
up to smooth it away, but he dodged her touch. “You don’t know what you’re
saying. What it means.”
    “I do know.” She arched her back, bringing her hips up in a
rolling motion of the erotic dance she loved to watch from her perch in the
sky. “It means we kiss.” The word sounded as a quiet hiss. “And we join bodies.”
Lightly she trailed her fingers down his spine. “Niles…”
    “God, Vega, I want to and not because I’m horny as hell, but
because I feel so damn protective of you. It seems natural to tuck you into bed
with me and love you.”
    Her heart surged. “Love me. Yes, that’s what I want.”
    “I don’t take sex lightly. I don’t have one-night stands.”
    She grappled to find the meaning behind that, but when she
came up with nothing, she dismissed it, loath to break the intensity of the
moment.
    His head was lowering, inch by painstaking inch. She dug her
fingers into his back, desperate for the brush of his lips. One taste would
ignite her and free her to feel things she never had before. And never would
again, after she returned home with the starscale.
    She had precious little time, but enough for a stolen
moment.
    As the flavor of his breath coated her tongue, she started
to shiver.
    “Baby,” he gasped a split second before his hard mouth
descended. The biting pressure sent her spiraling out of control, and she
opened her lips with a cry. He drove his tongue inside—a hot, wet slither that
thrilled her to the pit of her belly. Her pussy squeezed and released a fresh
flood of cream. The hardened pearl between her folds throbbed to life, eager
for his touch.
    Angling his head, he drank from her, swiping the interior of
her mouth with long, languid strokes. The inside of her cheeks tingled with
every pass. After a moment, she found the courage to taste him back.
    He groaned as she thrust her tongue against his, flickering
it over the muscular flesh. Each flip of her tongue brought new awareness to
her body, until every nerve ending was on fire and eager to be touched.
    She sank her fingers into the thick hair on his nape,
pulling him down for more. He nibbled her lips and she cried out as passion
swept her.
    Every nipping bite was a clash of lightning, sparking
brighter, louder, until fireworks burst behind her eyes. She wrapped her legs
around his hips and drew him atop her. The spear of his cock dug into the
dripping folds of her bare pussy.
    His moan vibrated his chest, causing her sensitive nipples
to bunch up tight. “Fuck. You’re so hot.” He bit off the words, and one big
hand closed over her breast.
    Even through the sheer gown his hand scalded her. He circled
her nipple with maddening slowness while his tongue mirrored his actions in her
mouth. Just when she thought she’d expire from need, he pinched her bud, hard
and slow.
    She arched her back off the bed, urging him on. “Please,
Niles, your mouth.”
    “What do you want me to do with my mouth?” His dark gaze
burned into hers and a bemused expression kissed his face.
    Passions rolled through her unchecked. If ever there were
words to express what she wanted—no, needed—they were lost in the blaze. She
gripped his jaw and pushed him toward one straining tip.
    A soft growl sounded in his throat as he took her nipple
between his lips and suckled it through the fabric. Using his