Rage & Killian by Alexandra Ivy, Laura Wright Read Free Book Online

kisses, heading ever lower.
    Rage clenched his teeth. Oh, hell. He was already close to the edge. He moaned, his desperation to toss her back on the mattress and enter her with one thrust tempered by the fierce pleasure of her maddening kisses.
    Clearly enjoying her power over his body, Lucie used the tip of her tongue to trace a path from his bellybutton down to his balls. A groan was wrenched from his throat as she sucked them into her mouth, driving him to the edge of madness before she turned her attention to his aching cock.
    “No more,” he rasped as she slipped the tip between her lips. He reached down to grab her shoulders and pulled her up.
    She flashed a smug smile before he was abruptly turning her around and leaning her forward, so she was on her hands and knees. Then he grasped her hips, pulling her into the perfect position.
    “Rage?” Her eyes widened with shocked pleasure as he thrust forward, and with one smooth motion, impaled himself in her damp heat. “Oh, hell.”
    Smoothing his lips up her back, Rage sank his teeth into her shoulder, savoring her low moan of pleasure. Her pussy clenched around him, making him shudder with sheer bliss.
    “Shit, Lucie,” he rasped. “I’m not sure how long I can last.”
    Tightening his hold on her hips, Rage withdrew to the very tip before slowly sinking back into her welcoming heat. She rolled her hips at the same time and Rage muttered a curse, waging war against his looming orgasm.
    Dammit. There was no way he was going to embarrass himself by coming before his female.
    Quickening his pace, he reached around her body to stroke his fingers over her tender clit. The air was perfumed with her arousal, her slender body bowing beneath him as she tipped back her head and moaned in pleasure.
    “Faster,” she choked out, her voice harsh as her climax neared.
    Rage used his free hand to grasp her hair, turning her face so he could kiss her with savage pleasure at the same time he pumped into her with an insistent rhythm.
    “Whatever you desire, Lucie,” he swore against her lips.
    He plunged his tongue into her mouth, their bodies moving together with a perfect tempo. Then, with a burst of relief, he felt Lucie stiffen, her sharp cry of release echoing through the room.
    Rage hissed as her climax gripped his cock, his hips pistoning as he at last gave into the wild hunger of his cat. He gave a shout of satisfaction as his orgasm exploded through him, a tidal wave of rapture rippling through his body.
     
    * * * *
     
    Lucie collapsed on the bed, too sated to protest when Rage stretched out beside her and possessively tugged her into his arms.
    Okay. That’d been…
    Stunning. Beautiful. Life altering.
    And overall, terrifying.
    She liked her sex straightforward and uncomplicated. No weird emotional attachments or expectations. But even as a voice in the back of her mind was urging her to panic, her body was happily snuggling against his hard body, her cat purring in utter contentment.
    She would panic later, she promised herself.
    After Rage had left her to return to his home.
    Lost in her thoughts, Lucie didn’t realize that Rage had lifted his head to study her with a brooding gaze. Not until he broke the thick silence.
    “Why did you steal my diary?”
    Lucie blinked. Wow. That was not at all what she’d been expecting.
    She didn’t want to talk about the childish stunt. Not because it’d been embarrassing for him. He’d only become more popular with the females after they’d decided his private musings about his lovers somehow enhanced their reputations as desirable mates. Idiots. But because it revealed how desperately obsessed she’d been.
    And still was, for that matter.
    Acutely aware of his deepening curiosity, she forced herself to shrug. “I was a brat,” she said in light tones.
    “No.” His fingers brushed through her hair, his touch achingly tender. “You were hurt and striking out. I’m just not sure why I was singled out for public