“You’re in luck,” he replied softly. “On this, our interests areblissfullyaligned. I need to touch you, little moonflower. I need to hear the sounds of your ecstasy as I make you burn for me.”
With every word, he thrust in deeper, faster, increasing the pressure and intensity until he brought her right back to the precipice again.
Then he stopped.
“Oh, God,” she breathed. “I can’t take it.”
“You can. Youwill, because this pussy is mine to do with as I please. Isn’t that what you said?”
“I… yes.” Jacinda was holding on by a thread, her words a faint whisper, her cheeks dark, blood rushing through her veins in a way that damn near hypnotized him.
Gabriel released her hair and took her face in his hand, tracing the outline of her lips with his thumb.
“But what of this mouth?” he whispered, nipping her earlobe. “Is it still mine to kiss? Mine to fuck? Mine to do with as I please?”
“It’s yours, Gabriel. All of it. I—oh,fuck…”
He thrust deep inside her once more, curling his fingers as he rocked his palm against her clit, stroking and rubbing and fucking her, inhaling her sweet breath as she panted and begged.
“Gabriel! I’m right there! It’s… fuck… Don’t stop!”
“That’s it, little moonflower. Beg for it. Show me how badly you need to be touched.”
“Please!” she cried out, riding his hand, matching every thrust, her body quivering, and then…
“Come,” he commanded, hitting the perfect spot, holding her close as she melted for him, writhing and panting, gasping, shattering.
The moment it was over, he slid his fingers out of her panties and shoved them into her mouth, issuing another command. “Suck.”
On a desperate moan, she obeyed, the hot silk of her tongue sliding over his skin, her gaze locked on his in a fierce battle of wills. Of desire.
Fisting her hair again, he leaned in close to that eager mouth and whispered, “Tell me to stop, Jacinda Colburn.”
The accursed witch merely shook her head.
Gabriel yanked his fingers free and claimed her in a suffocating kiss, the taste of her own desire fresh on her tongue. She tasted like the sea, like her own wild, untamed magic, and in a blinding instant he was right back in the ocean again, desperate to save her. To protect her. To make her his.
The kiss turned fierce, bruising, both of them fighting for dominance. When they finally broke for air, she dropped suddenly to her knees, raking her fingernails down his chest, scoring his flesh,scorchingit. Her touch was so hot, so all-consuming, Gabriel swore he’d look down and find a trail of hellfire.
But there were only scratches, his skin welling with blood, then healing just as quickly.
Gabriel reached for her face with both hands, tilting her toward him. Darkness swirled in her eyes, another hint of what he’d seen last night at the beach, calling to the darkness that roiled inside him, never far from the surface. She licked her lips and reached for his cock, palming his erection with one hand as she tried frantically to unbutton his pants.
“Jacinda…” he whispered, rolling his head back, shivering with anticipation. With need.
Urgent fingers finally freed that blasted button. Unzipped the zipper. Unleashed his aching cock and gripped him with a firm, red-hot touch he’d missed more than he’d realized.
But then he made the mistake of looking at her again. Of meeting those eyes. The dark soul behind them.
And the truth, however damned inconvenient, broke into his mind once more.
A half demon hybrid bred to destroy him.
A sister ready to lay waste to the city.
A curse he was no closer to breaking.
And a thousand secrets and lies conspiring to shatter his heart, figuratively and literally both.
