Once Forbidden(4)

She’d never been touched like this before; had never been wanted like this before—had never wanted like this before. Would it always be like this? Would the gentlest nips of his teeth always make her heart beat a little faster?

When she felt his fingers move to her breasts, she arched her back, loving the feel of his fingers on her skin. She gave a sound of denial when he lifted his mouth, only to groan in pleasure as his mouth found her breast. She felt him bite her nipple gently and once more arched against him. Her fingers moved into his black hair, holding his head against her breast. When he drew the pointed nipple into his mouth, she sighed with pleasure.

One hand smoothed down her chest to her stomach. He lingered a moment, drawing light circles around her navel and she wiggled, silently willing him to touch her where she so needed it.

Devlin didn’t disappoint. His fingers found her clitoris and rubbed it for a long moment, before gently flicking it with his thumb and forefinger. The dual sensations of his mouth on her breast and his fingers on her clitoris drove her over the edge with a hard, fast orgasm. She cried out, mindless with the blinding pleasure of her release.

When she’d slumped back against the pillows, Devlin lifted his head and looked down at her. Her face was flushed and damp with perspiration. Her body was shuddering with the aftermath of her quick release and he smiled. “Tell me you want me, Sarah,” he growled low. “Tell me that you want this,” he demanded, driving two fingers into the warm folds of her labia, driving her relentlessly toward a second climax.

Sarah met his eyes and said only one word.

“Yes.”

Devlin needed no further urging. He removed his clothes quickly.

Sarah watched in dazed pleasure as his hands moved first to his waist, as he stripped out of the dark black jeans and his boxers. In her dreams she’d seen him naked, but nothing could have prepared her for the reality of his body. His chest was broad and wide and the muscles rippled as the navy silk shirt followed the jeans. There was a dark line of hair going from his waist to the thick length of his penis. He eased onto the bed and moved over her, bracing his weight on his forearms, and taking her hands.

He held her hands in his, lacing their fingers together and looking into her eyes. “Tell me you want me,” he demanded again, his voice low.

Sarah arched her hips, feeling the broad tip of his penis against her soft folds. “I want you,” she said instantly. “Please. Now.”

Devlin moved, driving inside her to the hilt in a powerful stroke of his hips, hitting her womb with the force of it. She felt the fullness, loving the feel of him so deeply inside her and began to move under him.

Sarah felt free; more free than she’d ever felt before. She should have felt exposed to have him doing these things to her, but she didn’t. This was something she’d always fantasized about, but had never expected in her life. Each powerful thrust of his hips drove him deeper, making her gasp and still she wanted more.

When he moved harder and faster, his fingers still holding hers, she shuddered, unable to do more than feel. She used her inner muscles now, clenching around him and driving him over the edge with her as she came with a shout of pure pleasure.

When it was over, she felt his weight collapse over her. She smoothed the damp skin of his back, loving the feel of him. His breathing was quick as he held her close.

Finally, Devlin lifted his head. “Do you want this?” he demanded, giving her a thrust.

“I’ve told you I do,” she said, looking into those bottomless green eyes.

“No, I mean do you want this forever? Do you want me to change you so you can have this whenever you want?” he asked, carefully not using any of his considerable mind control abilities. It had to be her free choice.

Her brow furrowed. “I just don’t know,” she said shakily. “I would never be the same again.”

He eased his weight off her and rolled to his side, bringing her with him, still deep inside her. “No, it would never be the same. But you’d be as you are now—forever.”





Chapter Two





Could she do it? Could she let herself become what he was? How was it really possible? Would he bite her, and then have her drink from him? She only knew what she’d read in books. “What about my friends?” she whispered.

His eyes narrowed in frustration. “You’d be with me, Sarah. For all time. I promise I’d keep you too busy for regrets.” It was both a threat and a promise.

“And I’d look like this?” she asked, touching the smoothness of her face.

“Yes,” he promised. “You’d look just like you looked before the fire. Beautiful and stronger than you can possibly imagine.”