NocC 021 - Jessa Slade - Dark Hunter's Touch - Harlequin 2012-08 by Nocturne Read Free Book Online

in violent bursts. Every spurt rocked him against her,
and she called his name in time, more breathless with each gasp.
    A last shudder racked him as his limbs collapsed, and he
slumped over her, chest heaving. If he’d been thrown down a cliff, rolled across
a sand dune and tossed into the ocean, he would not have been left more
wrecked.
    Arms trembling with a mortifying weakness, he managed to prop
himself to one side of her. Their legs sprawled entangled, her wing limp across
their thighs.
    She stared up. “Oh. Oh my.”
    The wonder in her voice made him grin. He settled one hand on
the soft curve of her backside. Her skin quivered in aftershock. “Did you feel
that?”
    She rolled her head across the mattress to meet his gaze. “You
know I did. Don’t get cocky.”
    He lifted one eyebrow and flexed inside her.
    She giggled. Then she put her hand over her mouth, but her eyes
twinkled at him. Slowly, she lowered her hand. “Very well then. You may get
cocky. Again.” She was obviously trying for a tone of royal indifference, but
her lowered hand kept lowering, sweeping down the length of him, which made sure
that no part of him was going lower.
    Thinking of going down was giving him ideas, and he flexed
again. Her smile faded and she half closed her eyes, a sultry look.
    “We have the night, you said,” he reminded her.
    “Every minute. I did not forget.”
    “I won’t either. I’ll count each second.”
    “So few.” Her whisper tingled on his skin.
    “Enough.”
    When she might have objected, he kissed her, drawing her in,
losing himself.
    It was still dark when they finally fell, side by side,
sated.
    She splayed across his chest, stroking circles over his skin.
With one limp flap of her wing, she covered them both.
    As her breath evened, she laughed softly. “Phew. Good thing
I’ve been running.”
    “Good thing I run faster.” He tightened his arm over her
shoulder.
    She snuggled down to bump the crown of her head under his chin,
her head resting over his heart. “Good thing I got caught.”
    Her sigh was warm down his bare chest. But something inside him
went cold.
    “Not caught,” he protested. “Merely…where you belong.”
    She nudged him again. “You think I belong here, hmm? That is
what the phae say too. I am a wanted sylfana . Lucky me.”
    When he swallowed, the weight of her—which had seemed so
negligible before—pressed hard on his chest. “You are lucky to be wanted.”
    She tilted her head back and captured his gaze before he could
look away. “Wanted by you?”
    “Obviously.”
    “That makes me feel…” She pecked a kiss on his jawline.
“Happy.”
    “Happy.” It came out as a growl.
    “The court is a place of violent expression, from riotous glee
to bleak agony, but never just happy. That is too much of a real emotion. I am
beyond happy to feel happy.”
    He pulled her higher on his chest, never mind the weight that
now seemed to push every breath from him. “Then I am…happy too.”
    She grinned at him, a slow dawning smile that lightened her
blue eyes. “I can tell.”
    With a louder growl, he rolled her and slipped into her ready
warmth.
    She held him close, never looking away, so that he wondered who
exactly was caught.
    He took his time, measuring each stroke to the depths of her
sighs. Her orgasm was slow and languorous, and she stretched full-length against
him, her wings spread wide to either side in a shimmering background.
    And still she looked at him, so he felt as if he were falling.
Unable to bear such intimacy—even with his body buried in hers—he dipped his
head to kiss the arch of her neck. The steel chain he had given her was cool
against his lips.
    “Come with me.” Her murmur vibrated her throat against his
tongue.
    “I will.” And he did, in one wild tumble like a bird on the
wing pierced through the heart.
    It was a long time, if not quite an eternity, until he caught
his breath. So much for all the early morning and late night