by Denise Agnew
“Not just any sex. Mind-altering, out-of-this-world sex.”
Her mouth, as tempting as any sin he could imagine, turned up at the corners. “Ronan we have to start thinking about what we’re going to do. We don’t have very long. Things are happening as we lie here. Bad things.”
“Have you had any more visions?”
“No. Just feelings. I’m jittery and restless. I feel like something big might happen at any time.”
He touched her chest with his index finger and drew a slow path around her right nipple. When she wriggled, he threw a leg over her thigh so she remained still.
“I feel it, too, Clarissa. There’s edginess in the air.”
A frown turned down the corners of the mouth he’d thoroughly ravished. Then one tear escaped and rolled down her cheek. The sight threatened to tear a hole through his heart.
He smiled and kissed her nose. “We’ll get through this.” He kissed her nose again and her mouth. “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand it when a woman cries.”
As a few more tears escaped, she gave him a quavering smile. “Oh? What do you do when women cry?”
“It depends on the woman.” Tenderness stirred in his heart. “In your case it makes me ache to hold and protect you.”
Instead of allowing her to speak, he covered her mouth with a devouring kiss.
A new wave of heady, erotic stimulation raced over Clarissa’s skin. She didn’t want to think about insecurities, or the few doubts she harbored about bone-melting sex with Ronan. Instead she allowed his assurances and the way he touched her to drive away tears of fear and misgiving. She became a being of sensation and pure sexual energy. She’d started to lose track of the number of times they’d made love.
Raw need overwhelmed her as his kiss deepened. His tongue touched hers with light flicks, as if coaxing a virgin into compliance. She answered with silky strokes and sampled him as he’d tasted her. Plunging her tongue deep into his mouth, she demonstrated she knew something about driving a man wild. As he groaned he rolled over and pulled her on top of him. Their legs tangled together and she savored the feeling of one hairy, hard thigh as it pushed against her moist, sensitive tissues. His big hands slid hotly and possessively over her back and landed on her ass. He cupped, caressed and teased.
As she sat up, she nestled his hard cock against her clit and pressed downward. She found the perfect spot and lined it up. As she moved her hips, she rubbed her clit against his shaft. Sharp arousal spiked in her stomach.
“God, yes,” he said, his eyes going from melting chocolate to sunlight bright.
He cupped her breasts and twisted her nipples lightly, his big hands gentle. She closed her eyes and took in every physical feeling as he heightened her need. Hot arousal spilled from her, dampening her core and making it ache. As the motion continued, she rocked her hips and he stroked her nipples without mercy.
When she opened her eyes, craving starkly lined his features. From the flush on his cheekbones, to parted lips, to the way his hips rotated against tender, wet folds and the way his muscles bunched and flexed, he defined male animal. It would be so easy to surrender everything to Ronan. Give over her mind, her body, her soul.
For this minute, give me your body. His mind whispered to hers. Now.
Desperate to feel that steel-hard thickness inside her, she lifted her hips and took his cock in hand. When she pressed him against her heated opening, he moaned.
“Please,” he said with an ache in his voice. “Do it now.”
Complying, she inserted him into her opening and pressed down.
Unexpectedly, she tightened up and only an inch of him entered. “Oh.”
His forehead creased in a frown. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” she said with a catch in her voice.
A soft, reassuring smile crossed the vampire’s lips. “You’re too excited. Relax.”
“I can’t. I want you too much.”
With a deep, shaky breath, he lifted her off of him. When he touched her labia she gasped. It was just a quick sweep, a test. “You’re not wet enough.”
“Not wet enough?” She felt hot beyond belief.
“Not for what I have in mind. This calls for desperate measures.”
He urged her over onto her stomach and she lay with her arms above her head. When he touched the back of her thighs she jumped a little and giggled because it tickled. With deliberation he pressed soft kisses to her ass cheeks, each one feather light.
Seconds later he brushed her long hair away from her neck. “Maybe you need a little something extra to make you relax.”
With gentle persistent strokes he massaged her shoulders, working the tension out. Soon, his fingers found and eliminated every tense knot down her back and into her legs. But he didn’t just massage her, he pressed slow, hot kisses to already highly sensitized skin. She linked up to him in her mind, amazed at the effortlessness of their mental communication.
I think the sex has made the communication easier, he said in her mind.
He nipped her neck and a tight little frisson of heat moved over her. Oh, Ronan. That feels good.
A deep, sexy chuckle left his throat. A wicked thrill, one born of the unknown, made her squirm under his touch.
He smacked her ass playfully. She yelped.
“Stop it,” he said.
“Or what?”
His voice purred, engorged with sex and ultimate sin. “You’ll have my cock up your darlin’ little pussy. Then I’ll fuck you and I’ll keep on fucking you until you’ve come ten times.”
“Ten times?” she gasped the question.
“I can make it happen.”
She smiled as she teased him. “That’s pretty arrogant.” His touch drifted over the sides of her breasts and she sighed. “I don’t know if it’s even possible for a woman to come ten times in one bed session.”
“It is.” His voice went husky and his accent deepened in his passion. “I’ll prove it to you, sweet colleen. I’ll move inside you hard and fast, then slow and soft. I’ll stay inside until I wring those climaxes out of you.”
She loved his forceful oaths, but not because she wanted to be dominated. No, because she knew Ronan Kieran would fulfill every promise he made. That included all the suggestive comments filling her ears.
On and on he kissed her body, tempting her with little licks, long touches. His fingers drifted down when he brushed her ass she jumped a little. She felt so sensitive now she would probably come if he barely touched her between the legs.
He reached for a pillow and wedged it under her hips so they tilted up. Open your legs. His voice in her head demanded, and she complied.
As he palmed her ass cheeks, his heated exploration made her thighs tremble in anticipation.
“Mother Mary, you’re wet now,” he said in a breathless groan.
His fingers brushed lightly along her labia, smoothing her wetness. She jumped a little, then settled down as he continued to slide his fingers across her wetness with long, hot strokes. Her entire body quivered as she enjoyed his erotic touch. Clarissa didn’t realize she could become any wetter, but to her amazement another gush of arousal dampened her.
He stopped and she almost commanded that he continue the extensive, exciting caresses. His hands coasted up her calves, his gentleness making her lower regions ache with the need to be touched. He parted her thighs wider and then she felt his tongue swiping over her folds.
She muffled a loud moan against the pillows. “Oh yes. Oh yes.” She couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out. “Please. Right there. Oh God, yes. Right there.”
She’d never been wordy during sex, but Ronan seemed to have let something loose inside her. Arching into his touch, she let out a soft moan when he slid two fingers deep into her channel. He worked her body, pumping his big fingers in and out with a steady movement.
“Damn it, Ronan. More.”
He chuckled softly. “Sure, and she’s a demanding wench.”
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bsp; Wench? She ought to smack him. All she could do was enjoy the way his fingers plied her body. As the pressure built, all she thought about lie between her thighs. In and out. In and out. He removed his fingers and she felt his tongue plunge deep. She bit her bottom lip to prevent a squeal from leaving her throat.
“Mmm. Delicious,” he said, his hot breath gusting over her tissues. “So wet. I can’t wait to get into that tight slit. And when I get in there, I’m going to be there a long time.”
Just his description of what he’d do made her crazy. She couldn’t take much more of this.
He leaned in and dined.
That’s the only way she would have been able to describe it if asked. Oh, yes, Miss Gaines. How did he do it? Why, he just stuck his tongue in there and fucked me with it. He thrust in and out with that amazing tongue until I thought I’d go nuts.
Plying her folds, he licked over one, then the other with feather soft ministrations. Then he would stuff his tongue inside and the wet, warm abrasiveness caressed her inner walls, licking up her juices and savoring the taste. He made sounds of approval, as if consuming a gratifying meal.
She screamed out in her mind, Lick my clit. Lick it.
She wasn’t surprised when he didn’t do as she asked.
Damn it, Ronan. Please, please, please.
He cupped and fondled her ass cheeks. By now she thought she could feel the wetness dripping out of her. She’d never been more aroused and ready to make love than she did at that moment. Her hips moved, her body needing a finish to the torture.
Then he removed his hands and his tongue and she almost whipped around to ask him—to beg him—not to stop. Then something hard and hot probed her and she groaned in breathless relief. With a quick, deep movement he speared her right to the core. A gasp left her throat, then a sigh of satisfaction.
Then she didn’t need words and he didn’t give them.
He shuddered against her, his entire body quivering as he made a sound of gratification. His hips started a grinding, gyrating thrusting that didn’t allow for a slow slide into orgasm.
Nothing prepared her for the intensity, both physically and emotionally as they plunged into sex so heated she knew it would be imprinted on her memories forever. Ronan slipped an arm around her waist and lifted her onto all fours. His hands seemed to be everywhere on her body, every caressing touch driving her to new pinnacles of screaming arousal. He crushed her hair in one hand as he grasped the back of her neck. His other hand clasped her hip as he rammed between her legs.
Her mind went blank and she became a mass of corporeal sensation. A low moan shivered through her as she came, the sudden, tight little orgasm trembling through her.
“More,” he growled.
Again his touch became relentless, moving across her hips, her ass, then flicking her clit. She twitched, possessed by a glory surpassing their previous encounter. Her body would have what it wanted, and if it meant animalistic fulfillment, she would take it. She pushed back against him, forcing her hips into a pace that matched his. Another orgasm caught her up, then rolled into another and another.
That was it. She was going to die right here.
Her head buzzing, she sagged to the bed and Ronan slipped from her. She turned over with a weak groan. When she looked up at him, the inferno in his vampire eyes looked highly explosive. Everything about him made her sex long for him. Pulse and clench and beg for him again.
His big shoulders, broad and muscled, looked like they could take on the world. His tightly roped, incredible arms said he could carry her through any storm. His pillar hard cock glistened with her juices and looked so tightly engorged she thought he couldn’t be far from bursting. No, he most definitely hadn’t completed his mission yet.
Good.
He reached for her, but she used her remaining strength to slip off the bed. When he made another muffled growl and tried to snatch her into his arms, she danced away.
Try and catch me, vampire.
His smug grin said he could do it.
In less then the blink of an eye, he’d trapped her up against one wall.
Oops. She’d forgotten he could move with the speed of lightning.
He cupped her ass, lifted her and plunged. Startled and so turned on she couldn’t stand it, she jumped into another orgasm. Her mouth opened and before she could scream her fulfillment, he kissed her. He started thrusting heavily. He didn’t stop kissing her as he took her with merciless fervor. Relentless, his cock moved in and out like a piston gone mad.
She knew this wasn’t silk and sweetness and satin lovemaking.
It was animal. Primal down to the last cell.
He tore his mouth from hers, his breathing fast and hard. Pleasure became so acute she could barely breathe. Reaching for last reserves of strength, her body wanted yet another climax.
And she got it.
Dazzling lights went off behind her closed eyes and colors blended one into the other as her entire body felt like it might melt. The orgasm went on and on, firing deep in her with heavy spasms. Each hard thrust prolonged the contractions until the rise and fall of sensation threatened to send her unconscious with ecstasy.
With one last hard thrust, Ronan moaned deep in his throat and came in great, hot jets.
He gathered her up in his arms and walked with her to the bed. Even though she was beyond exhausted, the man had more than enough strength.
He put her down on the bed and smiled. Sweet colleen, you’re incredible.
She couldn’t help but smile up at him as he stood over her. I think that was more than ten orgasms.
He laughed. “You were counting?”
“No. But I think it was just one long…” She trailed off and blushed.
Mischief twinkled in his eyes. “There’s more where that came from.”
She yawned. “Mmm.”
He pulled the covers over her. Tenderness came into his eyes, the fire now banked behind release. “Sleep now. I’m going downstairs.”
Feeling a little insecure without his arms around her, she asked, “You’re not leaving the house?”
“I might take a quick look around town to see if I can tell what’s going on. Don’t worry. Sorley is probably up. I’ll take him with me.”
Fear jumped into her like a sharp pain. She grabbed his arm as he started to move away. “Ronan, please don’t.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, more gorgeous than any man had a right to be and just as stubborn. “We won’t go into the tunnels. Don’t worry.”
She hated feeling this vulnerable, but she knew her emotions ran high from what they’d experienced together. “It’s dangerous out there.”
Leaning down, he kissed her forehead. Then he brushed his fingers through the long tangle of curls that tumbled over breasts. Melting and loving, his gaze held hers for a long moment.
“And you’re dangerous to me.” His voice sounded shaken. After swallowing hard, he got up and went in search of his clothes.
She gloried in the way he’d looked at her and the unsteady cadence in his voice. She’d managed to affect the man on some level other then sexual. Smiling, she settled more deeply under the covers and closed her eyes.
Chapter Fifteen
As Ronan and Sorley walked through the early morning darkness, their invisibility guaranteed no one would see them. Not even the ancient one could see them when they chose to go invisible. Becoming unseen and teleporting used more energy than necessary at this point, so they’d chosen to walk from Erin’s home to wherever bad vibrations took them. They also used telepathy, well aware inanimate voices could be heard by animals and other people. Soon light would come, and their cloaks would provide them with protection.
Why are we doin’ this now? Sorley’s voice asked in Ronan’s head.
To get the lay of the land.
Speakin’ of lay, Sorley said, how was it?
Ronan would have glared at his friend if he could see him. He could well imagine Sorley’s smirk, though. I�
�m going to pretend you didn’t ask me that.
The smaller vampire allowed an audible laugh to fill the air as they walked the long road and closed in on Main Street. You weren’t exactly quiet, mate. She wasn’t either.
For the first time in a century Ronan felt heat crawl into his face. With previous encounters with women he would have felt smug male satisfaction.
Feck off, Sorley.
Ronan could almost hear Sorley shrug. Well, the mortals might not have heard you.
Who was Sorley kidding? Ronan understood he could shut up Sorley by ignoring the topic.
His skinny friend, though, seemed obsessed. So, if anything miraculous happened because you had sex, you’d be screamin’ it from the rooftops, eh?
Confession came whether Ronan wanted it or not. Nothing miraculous happened. At least, not that I could tell.
Didn’t sound like it to me.
Bloody hell, that’s not what I meant.
They passed the last row of Victorian-era houses close to the business district.
Then mean what you say. Or is that say what you mean? Sorley was clearly amused.
Ronan’s patience with his irascible friend grew thin. If you don’t want a silver stake through your flea-bitten heart—
Aye, I hear you.
They continued in silence, even their footsteps too quiet for any but dogs and cats to detect.
What about the fire near Erin’s home? Why didn’t we investigate that? Sorley asked.
Because we aren’t doing this to investigate, only to help if we can. We can’t help the people who’ve already been burned out.
So we’re almost like superheroes. You know, Superman, Spiderman, you name it.
Ronan couldn’t help smiling. Those blighters have nothing on us.
Oh, don’t let the mortals hear you say that. You’ll be dead meat, Danny Boy.
To Ronan’s chagrin, his friend started singing Danny Boy in his head. He cringed as Sorley sang an off-key note.
A woman’s scream burst out of the darkness, high-pitched and desperate. Ronan sensed Sorley’s startled jump.
Where’s that comin’ from? Sorley asked.
Honing in, Ronan realized it came from the house they’d just passed. He turned around. Another terrified scream rent the night. Here!
