Marrying Her: The Keeping Her Christmas Wedding (The Keeping Her Series Book 5) by Kelly Lucille Read Free Book Online Page B

planning and
staging of coups.”
    Demon leaned back enough
to give her a doubtful look.  “Staging of coups?”
    “Mm-hmm,” she murmured, distracted
by the way his movement created a small surge of hard hips between her thighs. 
She wiggled and adjusted, wrapping her legs over the top of his fantastic ass
in denim.  “Now that I have you at my mercy, you should just talk and spare
yourself the torture.”  It would have had more impact if an intentional rub of
his hips did not at that moment pull a gasp out of her parted lips by hitting
her just right .
    Demon growled, his hips
jerking again, as if he didn’t have complete control of the motions.  “I have
been trained to withstand interrogation,” his voice a rumble along her neck as
he bent to rub his nose along her pulse and up behind her ear.  “But give it
your best shot, baby.”
    Clytie nipped his ear
hard and then licked the spot while he hissed.  She spoke right into the same
ear.  “I’m going to find out anyway.  Just tell me and I will take you to
heights of pleasure you have never seen.”  Okay, that was laying it on a little
thick so it was no surprise when Demon chuckled, which moved his body in all
kinds of subtle and glorious ways.  Clytie was trying to think, which
admittedly not her strong suit just then, when Demon pulled back to catch her
eyes, and ran his thumb across her cheekbone.  Seeing the laughter lurking
there had her own coming out.  She ran her hand down his scarred cheek and
smiled at him.  She couldn’t help it.  She loved putting that happy look in his
eyes.  “You don’t think I can take you to never before experienced heights of
pleasure?” she teased.
    A serious look came in
behind the humor and had her pulling in a breath and holding it.  “You do that
every time you fucking smile.”
    And there went all the
oxygen in her body right back out again.  She felt the moisture building behind
her eyes.  “No fair,” she whispered, fighting the need to cry.
    “Fuck fair,” this time he
muttered the words right against her lips before he delved in and took them
like the marauder he was.  He pulled back briefly and caught Clytie’s glazed
eyes and soft lips.  Wolf gold eyes stared back at her before he growled and
repeated himself with an intent grumble.  “Fuck fair.”
    Clytie had a brief
thought that he was talking about something completely different than she was,
something she should probably be concerned about, but then his tongue dipped in
and licked, and his hands were moving down her body with new intent.  The
thought just drifted away.  And that was before he started working his way down
her body.
    Demon rumbled a purr when
he felt her short nails scraping across his head and trying to hold him in
place when he hit a good spot.  But, Demon was a man on a mission.  After
finding every erogenous zone on her neck, he paid special attention to the most
beautiful pair of breasts in the history of mankind by biting the under curve
of the first one, and then the other.  Not as hard as he would have liked, but
hard enough to leave a mark and have Clytie arching up with a heated gasp.  He
pushed her back down on the mattress and held her there while he worked first
one plump breast and then the other.  When she was making those cute mewling
sounds like a needy kitten, he worked his way down from there.  He tasted, sucked,
and nipped, until Clytie was mindlessly writhing.  He got to the curve of her
thigh and reared back, rolling her over in one move, and paid homage to her
fucking fantastic ass while she clutched at the mattress and pushed back
against him with her hips, her back arched down.  The woman was going to kill
him.  When he couldn’t take it anymore, he flipped her back over, and plunged
face first between those beautiful soft thighs.  He did not give her any
warning.  Just one flip and his mouth was on her pussy, his tongue finding
every delicious soft wet inch of her while