The Thorndyke Trilogy 2: Dancing at Midnight (27 page)

She didn’t need to think about it at all. “Then, yes. You have my permission. Yes and yes!”

He gazed up into her face, and she felt the familiar warmth as he touched her mind. Except the wanting went so much deeper now. He gave a tiny shake of his head, the short strands of his dark hair clinging to the pillow. “I don’t deserve this.”

“Yes, you do. Don’t go all martyr on me. I know something else we can do. How about a celebration?”

Whatever came next, she’d tackle it with Nathan by her side. Her certainly filled her heart, overflowed into every part of her. She wriggled her hips, and he groaned, then laughed ruefully.

“I can’t resist you.”

“That’s just as well, because I can’t resist you either.”

He choked off his laugh when she lifted her hips and opened her legs, straddling him. The laugh turned into a groan. “You should rest.”

“I’ve been resting. What I should do is fuck you, and then I should eat.” She sat up, grasping his cock and pumping it until liquid seeped from the top. Bending her head, she swept her tongue over the tip. “Mmm, delicious. Maybe I should just eat this.”

Ignoring his moans, she sucked the head into her mouth, running her tongue around the flange beneath, tasting him as fully as she could. When she read his thoughts, all she could discover was heat and need. Delighted she could tell just how crazy she was making him, she flicked her tongue over the tiny opening. Oh, he liked that. His body jerked, and he whimpered. So she did it some more. Cupping his balls, she massaged them, savoring the soft skin and the hard globes inside.

“No more.” Gasping the words, he grabbed her under her arms and dragged her off his needy cock. He lifted her with one hand and touched her pussy with the other, barely sweeping his fingers over her opening before he brought her down. He impaled her in one, savage stroke.

They both groaned. The sensation of him filling her was too good. Her pussy quivered over his hard flesh, on the brink of coming. Then, with a growl more animal than human, he sat up and took her in his arms, showing her exactly what he wanted. Her, deep, inside. Primitive emotions swept through him, and from him through her. They were one. He needed to take her in the way of his kind in days gone by, when they would just fuck without pause for days. She was his woman, and he wanted to claim her. Needed to.

She couldn’t wait.

He thrust up, deep into her, then withdrew, his power controlling the movements, operating her like a rag doll. Taking her hard and without mercy. Not that she’d have asked for any.

Kristen came apart in his arms, wailing his name, waves of desire pulsing through her as she climaxed.

He growled her name. Sweat broke out over his body, and she licked his shoulder, the muscles gorgeously firm under her tongue. “Kristen, I love you. I don’t know if I can hold on much longer.”

“Try.” She wanted another orgasm before they were done. And another, but from the way his thoughts swirled and heated, she doubted he’d manage that. He might be a big bad dragon, but he wasn’t a superhero. Only her man.

Curling her legs around him, she dug her heels into his ass, urging him on. It brought her clit into close proximity to his groin, and she made the most of it, rubbing against his thatch of black pubic hair.
Exquisite.

“That’s you.” He had lost his iron control completely. “You’re exquisite. I’m yours, for all my days and all my nights. Nobody and nothing can stop that. I dedicate everything I have to you.”

“Everything?” She gazed down at him. His eyes were bright now, full of life and love.

“I’m nothing without you, so yes. Everything.”

“I want to go back to the house where we met.”

“Tomorrow, if you want.”

His cock hard inside her, she shook her head and felt the corresponding slight movement. They would never be apart again. “We have an audience to please tomorrow. But I want you to meet my family.”

“Stuart?”

Shock iced through her. “How long have you known?”

“The family resemblance is unmistakable. How many more of them are there?”

“Five,” she said. “And my parents.” She cupped his cheek. “You’ll be part of a family.”

His smile was easy. “As long as you’re part of it. I can’t wait.” He thrust up, just a little, making her gasp. They were off again, moving as fluidly as in any dance until the sexual delight overtook her and she cried out as she came. He shoved his hand into her hair and held her close, gasping her name as he jetted his seed inside her.

At that moment, she dedicated herself to him. Everything she was belonged to him, just as he’d sworn he was hers a moment ago.

It could only get better after this.

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THE THORNDYKE TRILOGY

Dispossessed

Dancing at Midnight

Lynne Connolly

Lynne Connolly lives in England with her family and her mews, a cat called Jack. She spends her time writing and filling her collection of doll’s houses. After acceptance by her first e-publisher she hasn’t looked back. She has over 30 books out, and plans for more. She writes in the paranormal romance, contemporary romance, and historical romance genres and she likes to add a lot of steam!

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