Free Shadow Hunter (The Execution Underground) by Kait Ballenger Page B

hand nestled between her legs, and he rubbed his fingers in slow circles over her most sensitive flesh. She moaned, and a fresh wave of heat flooded her. His fingers were covered with her sweetness. She was so wet. Should she be embarrassed? He met her eyes and slipped his fingers into his mouth, licking off her nectar. A deep moan escaped his lips. She nearly moaned herself, to know he liked that....
    He lowered his hand between her legs again and massaged her. Fire coursed through her body, warming her in a way she hadn’t known was possible. The last of the water drops from her shower dripped onto her skin. The coolness sizzled against her in an amazing sensation.
    He placed his cheek against hers, his mouth trailing sweet kisses up to her ear. The heat of his breath sent waves of electricity rolling through her body.
    He gently nipped at her earlobe. “You taste so sweet.”
    Still supporting her with one arm, he captured her hand in his and led her fingers down to the button of his jeans. She knew what he wanted. She inhaled a deep breath. She wanted him more than anything imaginable. She was ready for this. Leaning forward, she undid his jeans and his pants fell to his ankles, revealing the hard strong length of him.
    She fought back a gasp. He was enormous, and the thought of him plunging deep inside her sent both chills and fear racing through her body. Kissing her deeply again, he placed himself just outside the entrance to her body. Adrenaline and excitement overwhelmed her as the pressure increased.
    She pulled back from his kiss. “Damon, wait,” she whispered.
    He stopped immediately and met her eyes.
    “I...I...” she stammered. As tough as she was, she was no tigress in the bedroom—not yet.
    “It’s all right, Tiffany, we can stop. I don’t want to pressure you if you don’t want—”
    “No,” she interrupted. “I want to.” Her eyes trailed over the length of his body again. Her desire for him surged and built the courage inside her. She inhaled a deep breath, then let it out in a rush. “I’m a virgin.”
    Damon’s eyes widened.
    She bit back a groan. Did he not want her now that he knew she was so inexperienced? She could tell from his raw sexuality and strong confidence that he’d known his fair share of women. A large lump rose in her throat, and her eyes welled with tears.
    With his thumb he wiped away the tears from her eyes. Then he stroked his knuckles over her jawline, and a slight purr sounded from his throat. His sweet smile told her that he was sincere. “I’ll be gentle with you.”
    Before she could respond, he scooped her into his arms and carried her into his bedroom. He laid her out on the bed. The soft mattress engulfed her in a sea of black sheets. His eyes drank her in. She marveled at the sight of him kneeling over her.
    He ran his fingers over her thighs, and she shivered. “So, you’ve never been with anyone before?”
    She shook her head.
    For a brief moment, she worried what he thought of her. Twenty-two wasn’t too old to still be a virgin, was it? But all her nerves subsided and were replaced with excitement when she saw the ravenous hunger in his eyes.
    “I promise you, I’ll be gentle, and I’ll make certain it won’t hurt.” He slid off her and knelt near her feet. He pushed her legs open, and his lips trailed kisses and soft caresses up the insides of her thighs. Her heart quickened.
    Before she could prepare herself, he ran the length of his tongue over her lower lips. He massaged and sucked the sensitive flesh.
    Tiffany threw her head back and moaned. Electricity radiated from her center, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She bucked against him. Her spine arched as heat pulsed through her core.
    He teased her with his mouth until she reached the brink of ecstasy, faster than she’d ever expected. With one more hard pull from his lips, sweet release hit her hard and fast. She clasped her hands around his head, riding his face as he