He smiled, using sex to banish the taint of sadness. “Yes, you do. Kiss me.”
“I think that’s an excellent idea.” She braced her hands palms down beside his head and placed her mouth over his. It was an utterly feminine kiss, gentle and exploratory, notravaging but coaxing. To his shock, Vaughn found he enjoyed being coaxed. The cat settled, too, pleased. It liked being petted and this was the most intimate kind of petting.
When her tongue whispered across his lips, he opened his mouth and allowed her to taste him as he tasted her. He could feel her knee against his side, but she remained out of reach, her breasts not pressing against his chest where he wanted them. He imagined her kissing him naked, her body pasted along his, a sizzlingly intimate meeting of mouths that might short-circuit all of her nerves.
Gasping into the kiss, she broke it. Her eyes were filled with white lightning, her lips moist from his kiss, her skin flushed with a soft glow that signaled arousal. He took pleasure in the markers though he didn’t need them—the scent of her acted like a drug to his senses. Breathing deep, he fed the hunger, stoked the fire, and waited.
CHAPTER 21
Faith’s whole bodyfelt tight, as if her skin had been stretched too thin and was close to bursting. She wanted to rub herself up against the beauty of the male in front of her. He was a stunningly sensual creature, an invitation to every one of her starved senses. Her conditioning warned that too much sensation after a lifetime of numbness could cause the most brutal kind of mental cascade, but she wasn’t listening.
Licking her tongue over her lips, she put one hand flat on his chest. A shudder shook his powerful frame. Startled, she looked up to find his eyes closed. He was making no effort to hide his pleasure in her caresses and his unflinching surrender gave her the confidence she’d lacked to this point.
Removing her hand, she ignored the low growl that came from his throat and put her hands to the bottom of her T-shirt. The growl cut off. His intense focus was a physical touch as she lifted the soft material over her head and threw it to the floor. Her bra might’ve been practical white cotton, but the look in Vaughn’s eyes made her feel as if she wereencased in something designed to bring a male the most exquisite pleasure.
He jerked at the bindings without warning. “I want a taste. Come here.”
Wondering at his meaning, she leaned over, her lips brushing his as they spoke. It was deliberate on her part—she liked kisses with Vaughn. “What do you want to taste?”
He caught her lower lip between his teeth in a playful bite and she shivered. “Your pretty breasts.”
“I’m still wearing my bra.”
“Take it off.” It was a demand.
Faith’s reaction to his attempt to exert dominance in bed surprised her. There was no fear and more than a frisson of sexual pleasure, a dramatic contrast to her negative response to his attempts to dominate her in other situations.
It was an interesting dichotomy and if she’d been thinking with the cerebral discipline of her race, she might’ve explored it further. But the fact was, she was thinking with her body. And she was coping. More than coping. She wasenjoying. Much more of her conditioning had failed than she’d initially estimated. She didn’t care.
Sitting back up, she reached behind her to unhook the bra and slide it down her arms and off her fingertips. Knowing that Vaughn couldn’t touch her, couldn’t push her, gave her courage, but it also increased the heat. There was something highly erotic about what they were doing and Faith knew it had to do with trust and intimate secrets. Vaughn would never let anyone else tie him down as she’d done.
He growled again and this time she could hear the difference. The deep rumble wasn’t a threat but a demand. Flicking aside the discarded bra, she straddled him, blindingly aware of the pulsing length of his erection. If she slid back a bare few inches, she’d be able to rub over him with the hot, swollen flesh between her legs.
Mercy.
The temptation was intense but she remained rational enough to know she couldn’t overload her senses that quickly. She hadn’t reached her limit. It was simply a question of speed.
Letting her hair cascade around them, she leaned down, but kept her breasts out of reach of his mouth. She had no idea why she was teasing him like this, hadn’t even known she had the ability to tease, yet she was certain it was bringing him pleasure. Her jaguar might demand, but not having his demands fulfilled at once didn’t anger him. It only heightened the sensations.
Not really caring how she knew that, she used her finger to trace his mouth and when he threatened to bite, she acquiesced to him, taking that wandering finger into his mouth. He sucked so hard she thought she could feel it in her womb.
The sensation was rich, heady, and had an unexpected effect. “My breasts hurt.” Such a private complaint.
He allowed her to withdraw her finger. “Come here.”
More than willing to oblige him this time, she watched as his mouth closed over her nipple. Her mind blanked at the instant of contact and then restarted in a shock wave of desire. She clawed the sheets beside his shoulders but didn’t move away. Because she was desperate for more, her addiction to Vaughn was growing with alarming speed.
A scream locked in her throat as he switched his attention to her neglected nipple. When he tugged with careful teeth, she bent even closer, her hair a dark red curtain that focused the intimacy to an excruciating pitch. Silver shot through her mind. Sanity broke piece by piece. She didn’t care.
Shifting focus, Vaughn let go of her nipple to scrape his teeth along the vulnerable underside of her breast. Her heart seemed to stop beating.
Giving an incoherent cry, she jerked down his body in a ragged movement. She might’ve kept going had Vaughn’sroar not split the soft darkness into two. Her entire body froze. That was when she realized her jean-clad form was rubbing over the head of his erection. Vaughn jerked at the restraints, the veins on his arms and shoulders pumped with blood. And she became conscious of the fact that he could break the bindings with his strength alone.
But there was no danger, not yet. Heart still not back in the right rhythm, she slid farther down, freeing the hot, hard length of his arousal. He didn’t care for that. “Get back.” It was a snapped command in a voice coated with the thick animal sexuality of the changeling he was.
Shaking her head, she used her hand to claim him as she’d done at the cottage. His body bucked upward, powerful muscle and gleaming flesh.
“You’re so hot,” she whispered, breath coming in pants, “so silky.” She loved touching him.