A booming knock sounded on the door just as Toren put on only his black BVD’s. He left his shirt off to rub in what he could already smell on the human. Jealousy.
“Your clothes!” she whispered.
Toren ignored her and opened the door. Immediately the human appeared stumped at meeting a nearly naked man. He stuttered stupidly then peered around Toren and caught sight of Samantha. Toren tensed, waiting for the varmint to speak.
“I see you’ve got Sam—”
Toren ordered his mouth to freeze, not waiting for him to say something to kill him for. He stood there with wide eyes, wondering what was wrong with his jaw.
“You hit Samantha the other day.” Toren named the sin before issuing judgment. He released the man’s jaw to hear his excuse and to justify to Sam what he was about to do.
“She came at me when I had a loaded gun, it was reflex—”
Toren slammed his fist into Joe’s chin. The human flew off the porch and landed in the snow on his back, unmoving. “If you so much as look at her wrong, human, you’ll get far worse.” Toren made sure the words found their way into his warped little unconscious mind and rooted them there.
He shut the door and turned to find Samantha’s wide eyes leveled on him. “It was reflex,” he said.
She finally burst out in cute snickers, putting her hand over her mouth. She flew into his arms then. The way she hugged him said she was grateful he defended her. Something she apparently wasn’t accustomed to.
That would surely change.
She pulled away and looked up at him. “You didn’t even find out what he needed.”
“Yes I did.” He leaned and nibbled at her lips, sliding his hands all over her body, too damn hungry for her own good. “My couple just showed up at your house. Answering your ad.”
She gasped in astonishment and he kissed her deeply. When he reached those sexy whimpers that boiled his mercury, he pulled up and said, “I can’t make love to you now...” he undid the fastening on her jeans. “…but I can taste you.” He dropped to his knees and pulled the denim down with him. After helping her out of the clothing, he guided her legs onto his shoulders. “Hold on,” he murmured while placing hungry kisses on the smooth skin of her sex.
She gasped and grabbed on to his head. Perfect. The leverage forced his face tight to her essence and he eagerly worked his lips between her folds and began suckling her clit. Supporting her back with his forearms and hands, she began moving on his mouth, her sweet squirms making it just right for her. God in heaven he’d never tasted anything like her. Ignorance was certainly bliss but knowing was beyond any universal ecstasy he’d ever fathomed.
No wonder this had been forbidden.
“Oh God, yes,” she moaned, rocking against his mouth.
Toren growled hungrily on her, letting the metallic vibration add to the assault. Her inner thighs trembled on his face and neck and her heels dug into his back. She was so close. He pressed his fingers into her spine and rapidly flicked his tongue on the very tip of her clit, unraveling her in an instant.
“Toren, Yes, yes, yes.”
He slid a hand up, feeling the spasms of pleasure arcing through her body, and soon intense need made him dizzy. He wanted his finger buried inside her so he could feel the break entirely and intimately. What would it be like when he buried his shaft in her, when she climaxed this way on him? When she made those desperate sounds in his ear while he kissed her? He couldn’t stand the suspense.
When she’d shuddered her delicious last, he carefully helped slide her legs off his shoulders and eased her down his chest to his waist. Toren wrapped her in his arms, coveting her body while kissing her neck, and jaw, then lips. The aftermath of her orgasm sounded almost as tormenting as the orgasm itself. Full of awe and rapture at what he’d just given her.
“Oh my Lord in heaven that was…oh hell that was so…so amazing!”
“You sound ready to do it again,” he whispered at her temple.
“Oh Jesus…damn, I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
She gasped like it should be obvious. “I keep taking every entity in heaven’s name in vain!”
He closed his eyes loving how devout she was without realizing it. “It’s not vain sweet heart.”
“What? I’m…I’m saying it when I…when you’re…”
“When you’re doing what God designed you to do when a…a man…” What was he saying? He wasn’t a man and…and yet he was…
“What’s wrong?”
He shook his head. “If anybody needs to worry about blasphemy it’s me.”