Cursed (The Brookehaven Vampires #4) by Joann I. Martin Sowles Read Free Book Online Page A

to stop,” he said very softly as he brushed my hair away from my face, his voice was a little unsteady. “I was asking for more. I was asking you to give yourself to me.”
    Oh… Heat rose in my cheeks, and everywhere else.
    “The only thing stopping us right now, is you,” he said. He brushed the backs of his fingers against my cheek. His eyes focused on my lips.
    Excitement coursed through me. My heart rate picked up, racing with anticipation. He hadn’t wanted to stop. He was begging me for more, the way I always begged him.
    His lips, soft, wet, and hungry, met mine. I ran my fingers up into his wavy curls, holding him to me. He wants this now. He wants me now. My breath caught at that thought. It was finally going to happen!
    He grabbed my hips and moved me against him, a reminder of how ready he was. A faint moan escaped me and he growled low and deep in response. His lips parted from mine and made their way to my neck, little pricks from his fangs exciting me even more.
    His lips then traveled down to my chest, and with one hand gently cupping my breast, the other tightly gripped my hip. His fingers then slid down my side to the hem of my tank top. Without hesitation, he pulled it over my head and tossed it to the floor. His cool hands ran up my back, pressing my bare skin to his.
    He held me tight against him , and with his lips on mine, he gently eased me down onto the soft mattress.
    I shivered with anticipation.
    His lips traveled down my neck to my chest. His mouth reacquainted itself with my breasts while I tried to control the amount of noise escaping me.
    I could not take much more.
    My fingers slipped from his hair as he traveled farther south, lightly kissing down my stomach until his lips reached the band of my pajama pants. His fingers trailed along the bare skin over the band, and I trembled under his touch. Then his gentle fingers slipped under the bands of both my jammie bottoms and my panties, and he slowly removed them together before kissing his way back up to my mouth. I was naked. Fully freaking naked, and so ready for this.
    My own fingers found their way to his waistband. He wasted little time removing his own bottoms and underpants.
    With my knees raised, he gently parted them and moved between my legs, resting his body over mine and supporting himself on his arms. I waited in breathless anticipation as he gazed down at me, only the glow from the fire lighting the room.
    Ever so gently, he pressed his lips to mine. Now, this is usually where we would stop , or when we would normally be prevented from completing our bond. But there was nothing. Just the fire, the ocean, and the two of us. Nothing but air separating us. I must admit, part of me figured the fire would break loose and burn the place down. We’d be left standing, naked and unbonded, outside while the fire department paid us a visit. That, or a tsunami. Thankfully, neither happened.
    Oliver lowered his completely naked body onto mine. I was nervous and excited. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it against my chest.
    His eyes were intense and very hungry. I imagined mine looked just the same.
    Then idiot me opened my mouth. He was just about to kiss me, and probably more, when I asked, very quietly and breathlessly, “Should we use something?”
    He held himself over me, looking down at me. He shook his head ever so lightly. “We can’t, not the first time.”
    “Why?” I questioned even though a little voice way in the back of my mind was screaming at me to shut the hell up and get on with it. “Stop stalling!” the voice shrieked.
    “I can’t bond with you if I’m…well, contained.” He smiled a beautiful and slightly uneasy half-smile. The fire made his eyes appear as if they were glowing.
    “But what about—”
    He cut me off before I could really spoil the mood and bring up pregnancy. “It’s okay, Laney. You’re not ovulating.”
    My forehead scrunched. You didn’t need to be a mind reader to