NocC 004 - The Ancients 03 - Bonnie Vanak - Hunted by the Jaguar - Harlequin 2011-12 by Nocturne Read Free Book Online Page B

think maybe you should do it again. Just to make sure.”
    She brought his hand to her mouth, gave his palm a slow lick.
    His eyes darkened. Daimon kissed the corners of her mouth. Her nose. His lips hovered near yours. “Be with me, Ariana. Lie with me. I want to mate with you, and seal myself to you.”
    She could only nod as his lips descended on hers in a warm, authoritative kiss. Passion sizzled along her veins as her heart sang. This was the emotional connection she’d craved, the heat and the sense of bonding missed in Jarrett’s touch.
    In the bedroom, he tipped her back onto the mattress. Ariana’s hungry gaze took in his lean body, the rippling muscles of his flat stomach and the strong legs dusted with dark hair. A thick pale penis, roped with blue veins, thrust up from a nest of dark curls.
    He joined her on the bed, kissing her, his hands fisting in her hair. Ariana gripped the hard muscles of his shoulders, explored his body. Beneath her touch, he gave a low, coughing growl.
    The beast, wanting release.
    She tasted the tangy salt where his shoulder and neck met. Bit lightly, tasting his skin. He gave another growl as he kissed the tiny hollow of her throat. Catlike, he nuzzled her neck and then traced the slender column with his mouth.
    Tiny, sizzling kisses trailed along her skin. His teeth sank lightly, the erotic sting sending shivers through her.
    When Daimon put his hand between her thighs, she cried out and jerked. He quieted her with a soft murmur, pushing a long finger between her soaked cleft. Hot need coursed through her as he thumbed her clit. Coiled tension wound her tighter and tighter, until she became a spring ready to explode from each caress that burned her inside.
    He was a devil and she was going to hell with him.
    A pleading whimper arose in her throat.
    “Shh,” he murmured. “Just let go. Surrender to it.”
    The tension exploded, and she clung to him, crying out as it shattered her.
    When her eyes opened, he grinned in satisfaction. “You’re so beautiful when you come. I adore watching you, your mouth pouting like that, your back arching. Makes me want to do it again. And again. And I will.”
    When he’d made her come yet again, she collapsed, quivering on the bed.
    “Now,” he murmured, pushing open her trembling thighs.
    She was ripe, slick beneath his fingers, drenched and ready for him. Daimon trembled with lust as he mounted her. Ariana’s whimpers of excitement shot daggers straight into his heart.
    This wasn’t quick, fast sex. This was something more and he knew it.
    He caged her with his body and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as his mouth met hers. The kiss was punishing, demanding, a maelstrom of unleashed lust as he took her mouth in masterful strokes, his tongue plunging inside. Tasting her, taking all and leaving nothing, only her own fervent and growing ardor.
    He intended to strip away everything, baring her down to the bones. Turn her into a woman who was mindless with pleasure, and reckless with need. Make her as wanton as he was.
    Bring her demon raging to the surface.
    Guilt raced through him. He pushed it aside.
    This was too important, dammit, she was too important. He needed to care only about invading her body, capturing her in his grasp so her sweetness would feed his starved soul. And her darkness would feed his powers.
    He parted her shaking thighs and nudged his lean hips between them. Breath caught in her throat. Daimon dominated her with sheer strength, a sinful promise of dark pleasure in his eyes.
    Giving a low grunt, he guided his shaft to her wet opening. Sank partly inside.
    Ariana tensed, nails digging into his shoulders. He looked down.
    “I promise, it won’t hurt like the first time did, sunshine.”
    With a heavy thrust, he sealed them to the hilt.
    A delicious friction combined with the smoky heat of his intense gaze made her breath hitch. She slid her hands around his neck, arching her hips upward in nameless