Addictive Rimeshade by Poppet Read Free Book Online

vanquished when my logic commits suicide, the only room in this dim den is for sensation... and I am entirely at its mercy.
    The living ember he hid under my skin to escape out of my neck seems to have left a signature lava trail which begins to throb when he has lascivious intent. It's like having a slow burning fever blazing with every flick of a tongue's tip; pressure, raunchy stimulation... in a nutshell... ignited by Leug.
    He just has to look at me 'that way' and it starts to melt my veins into a useless tangle of carnage. Leug gives me Christmas tree-light syndrome. Just one look and good luck unknotting my nervous system.
    Splayed on the cushions, the vodka consumed and distilling my ability to reason, I wallow under the lazy graze of stubble on skin, his kneading fingers following the trail of kisses and licks.
    Hmmmm...
    This makes me as useless as jello in a mud pie. I'm just wallowing in my stupor waiting for high tide to crash in and finish me, sating my craving.
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    Leug:
     
    Pleasure ebbs through her synapses. I'm fascinated by the ecstatic spark of life under her skin wherever my touch traces. Her shivers of adulation cheer on my exploration to the soundtrack of her appreciative mumbles and moans.
    Closing my eyes I inhale again, following the map of her soul, hunting the source of that esoteric scent. I follow the tingle with my tongue, testing it with the pressure of my thumbs, making sure I am on the right course using three of my supra-senses.
    Concentrating, I find a celestial nodule at the base of her spine. Licking it harder to test the static fizzing from that point, she arches, exhaling a euphoric groan, infusing the air with a flood of sensual temptation.
    It may be savage and carnal but I've reached the end of my self-control.
    “ God, you have amazing hands,” croons huskily, into the slow beat of music, endlessly looping every forty minutes to the symphony of flame's percussion.
    She flexes to adjust the tush I'm leaning on, billowing her lusty panacea right under my nose. Watching the muscles lining her spine crest and oscillate in the flickering light, I'm completely distracted.
    Real intimacy. What would that feel like?
    I wonder how much women have changed? Every age has new regulations and limitations. If my instinct is still acute, then I know how easily I can pillage her sacred passage in my bid to lock into the energy which diffuses her perfume into thirty flavors of perfect. Her skin is alive with the signature flecks of fröst. The fröst is mine , it infuses my colors and light across the world - and yet the rainbow lurks under her skin like a lure to catch the fisherman.
    Fascinating creature.
    Absolutely mesmerizing to touch... and taste. It's my inherent Ás ability that lets me see the aura dancing under her skin like the aurora borealis, but it means she has the same blood in her veins as I do. A match made in Asgard, long before it had a name.
    Testing her willingness to bond with me I slide my palm under her, across a taut torso, right into the obscenely low waistband of her jeans. It pleases me irrationally to brush my fingers across a moist warm haven. Sipping slippery sexiness onto my fingertips, I paint my fingerprints with silkiness so sublime it's succulent and addictive.
    Lara flops her head forward, cradling her face on her forearms, exhaling an audible hiss of submission through her teeth.
    Frowning at the soft hairless discovery, I delve deeper, wondering why women stopped wearing skirts. Ours wore trousers in battle, skirts at home. It made it easier to ransack and plunder, but then maybe this is karma. Karma does like to turn her wheel in sudden jolts of irony. It's not a graceful arc but an abrupt and painful jolt across the pinnacle of pain. She always plays the fairground with the hand of a sadist.
    Knees spreading, Lara wriggles to loosen the tension of the denim, encouraging the tactile penetration of my marauding fingertips. The invitation is too blatant