Bond of Darkness by Diane Whiteside Page A

his shoulders, keening his name.
    So long, so very long since she'd had a man. Since she'd had anything more than her hand or a vibrator.
    Wonderful. Best of all, it was Ethan.
    He pressed down on her clit, in that expert stroke of his—and she climaxed, every bone and sinew vibrating with pleasure, cascades of joy tumbling through her.
    Long moments passed while she fought to recover, shuddering with the need for air. Then she slowly began to breathe again, frustrated she still hadn't had his cock inside her. "Damn you, Ethan!"
    "What's the matter, Stephanie Amanda?"
    "Ethan!" Only he dared to call her that.
    His face was harsh with leashed hunger but he managed a hoarse laugh. "Still haven't had enough—Stephanie?"
    She snarled but managed a civil response. There'd be no satisfaction until she accepted the name. "You know I want more of you, Ethan." She swallowed, her eyes drifting down over his chest. "Please," she whispered.
    He picked her up and she tucked her head against his shoulder, her bones slowly regaining their stability in the shadow of his strength. It had been so long since anybody had simply offered her sexual release, without her job making them awestruck or turning them into sycophants.
    He kissed her hair, murmuring something unintelligible, and deposited her on the enormous, silk-covered bed.
    She bounced upright, staring at her lover. The bedroom was as modernistic as the living room. It, too, had probably come from an expensive designer—and a very hedonistic one, judging by the luxurious bed.
    "What on earth?" she spluttered. When was Ethan going to do something about that enormous erection he was sporting?
    "Perfect, isn't it?"
    "For what?" she asked suspiciously, staring down at him. If she wasn't so irritated at him for putting her down, she'd say something to him about how he'd opened up her dress so she was basically lying on top of it. Hell of a way to undress a girl without taking off any of her clothes.
    "For this." He knelt down and lifted her legs over his shoulders, sliding her hips to the edge of the bed.
    "Huh?"
    He took a long, assessing lick along her thigh, then another. "Very nice."
    She shivered, fireflies dancing through her skin and into her bones to shimmer into her blood. "Very
nice
?"
    "But I think I'd prefer a taste of this." He buried his face in her cunt and nuzzled her.
    She gasped, tension winding like a fire-edged watch spring along her spine.
    He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her skin and deep into her bones, sending Shockwaves from her womb to her heart.
    She moaned on exactly the same frequency.
    He settled down to eat her with the skill and wicked finesse of a master, clearly willing to take any amount of time at it. He slid first one finger then another into her, stroking her, probing her. She heaved herself against them, tightened herself around them, howled her fury at his delay. She needed him inside and around her, him!
    Orgasm after orgasm rattled her objections, especially when he began to slowly finger fuck her.
    "Ethan, ohmygawd, Ethan! Please, Ethan, I want, oh I want… Ethan!"
    She lay panting from yet another orgasm, three of his fingers buried inside her, one broad fingertip lightly drumming on her most sensitive spot. Her eyes met his through a cloud of tangled hair. "Ethan, please, I just want you. Please?"
    His features were edged in pure granite—or sexual desperation. "Are you begging?"
    Beg? She tried to think but only instinct answered. "Yes, I'll beg. Please, Ethan?"
    His eyes gleamed brilliantly green and his mouth curved in triumph. She smiled faintly, recognizing the signals.
    An instant later, he'd shucked his jeans and was kneeling over her. "Steve," he said fiercely and lifted her hips.
    A single lunge brought him into her—and she was almost virgin tight around his big cock. Fire, which she'd thought banked down to a comfortable flame, reignited into blazing fury. Desire's eager quest flared back into full throbbing demand.
    He