Heat consumed him as she rode his erection, making little sounds of ecstasy with every back and forth sweep across his lap. He could feel her pleasure mounting, could practically taste in as an electric bite in the air.
She stiffened and clamped down on his throat hard with a throaty shout, and he damned near lost it in his pants.
As she disengaged her fangs and went limp, he eased them onto their sides, and for the first time since she’d burst into his cabin, he got a good look at her face. High cheekbones, flush with color, sloped gracefully to her hairline, and remarkably long lashes framed drowsy, sated yellow-amber eyes that drilled into him not with their intensity, but with their familiarity. He knew those eyes…but from more than just the visions. Why?
“I guess maybe I should get your name now…”
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Book Description
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen