And To Hold: Vampire Assassin League #20 by Jackie Ivie Read Free Book Online Page B

legs. She hadn’t known it would pain.
    “Oh...my—! Son of a bitch! Don’t move! Don’t move! Oh, lady. Don’t move.”
    He ground the words between little pants of breath, while every inch of his chest turned a purplish shade. And he was shuddering. She was fixated in place, awed at the view. Any pain muted and disappeared. It was changing. To something exceptional. Something that demanded. Required. And needed. It was incredibly difficult to do as he asked. She tossed her head back, brushing strands of her hair against her lower back and buttocks. Even that felt like it was angered. Her eyes narrowed as they breathed in tandem. Little gusts of air. But nothing stopped the tremor as she absorbed how he felt. Deep. Full.
    “Whoa. Lady. Wow. Roxie. That was...oh, shit. Shit. Shit. Lady. You need to untie me.”
    He was making little pulsing motions within her, sending signals she didn’t understand. Her body didn’t have any trouble interpreting it, however. She started swaying atop him. She couldn’t help it.
    “Wait. Roxie. Wait. Not yet, babe. Not...yet.”
    He had his eyes scrunched shut, every muscle pulled taut. And he was vibrating.
    “Oh, Roxie. Babe. You feel incredible. Better than—oh, lady. You need to untie me. Okay?”
    “I...don’t know,” she replied.
    “Please? Come on. Enough’s enough. Okay?”
    The last word was choked. He was rocking his hips in small lunges, each time sending all kinds of stimuli through every nerve ending. Ruxanna responded instinctively, clenching, and squirming. He was right. It did feel incredible.
    Oh my
. Her loins were receiving pulses that contained sparks. Or something just as hot and electrifying. Consuming. Addictive.
    “I need leverage, babe. Okay? I’ve never done it this way. I need—oh...
hell
. Hang on.”
    He accompanied the last part with a kick, shoving them toward the headboard. She hung on, latching her legs about him as a riot of sensation erupted. She struggled to absorb it as he grabbed bedposts, and pushed his shoulders into the mattress. That got followed by a solid lift of his hips that nearly unseated her. The resultant drop to the mattress slammed her back onto him.
    Ruxanna’s cry carried shock, and wonder, and complete amazement. And then he did it again. Over and over. Using his arms for a downward push, his hips for a shove, pumping with massive strokes that made the mattress bounce. Again. More. Each time starting a torrent within her, turning it into a maelstrom, and then setting it free with an explosion of ecstasy.
    She lost count of the times as he moved, pounding into the mattress and using the resultant jolt. More. Harder. Faster. The impression of sight, sound, and essence about them amplified. The air thickened. Grew moist. Heavy. Hot. The throbbing noise grew louder. While the swirl of gauzy rose-shaded panels whipped about, tossing air into the area. Cooling just enough.
    Zachariah started grunting. The sound deep. Guttural. Adding to the concert of sound about them as he increased in tempo. Ruxanna was panting with him. Straining. Her hands sliding more than once. Her legs would’ve too, if they weren’t locked into position.
    “Oh, Roxie! Oh, wow. Oh....
baby
!”
    He yelled the last part, his mouth wide, veins and sinews straining against his skin, while his body hovered in midair, pulsating. Taut. Strong. Everything shook along with him. The bed frame. Her.
    Zachariah’s cry ended with a laugh, just before he dropped, taking her with him. Ruxanna was spellbound. Rapt. Awed. She ran her hands over his trembling form. Arms. Shoulders. Chest. Belly. The man was more than perfect. This act had been described to her. She’d witnessed it more than once. She’d never experienced it. Rarely envisioned receiving it.
    Oh my.
    Mating was a gift beyond scope. A treasure without price. And she’d received it?
    Well.
    She was never letting it go.

 

CHAPTER SEVEN
    The movement happening all about them was caused by fans.