Echo, Mine by Georgia Lyn Hunter Page B

like a sizzling
flame. Echo had no idea if she’d last this storm taking hold of her
body. Her mind, her thoughts, everything locked onto the pulsing
ache between her thighs.
    He lowered his head and ran his tongue down
her folds, around her clit, then lapped at it, keeping her on
brink.
    “Oh, God.” She squeezed her eyes tight,
drowning in a sea of desire as his wicked tongue hauled her deeper
into pleasure.
    “No, Echo, eyes on me.” At the taut demand,
her eyelids flickered open. His gaze burned hotter than the desert
sun, stealing her breath. “Watch what I do to you…”
    When she braced herself on her elbows, he
lowered his head, hair caressing her thighs like a thousand
fingers, he ran his tongue down the side of her clit and up again,
then lightly over the bundle of nerves. She shuddered and grabbed
his hair, tugging at him.
    He thrust two fingers into her, stroking her
inner muscles. Her body tightened around his fingers as release
hovered. He eased back.
    “ Nooo ,” a keening wail left her. She
desperately needed that push over, but he kept her on the edge,
continuing to circle his tongue lightly around and over her
sensitive flesh until she was trembling beneath his mouth—unable to
bear the torment—her body wracked with want. But he avoided her
clit.
    Whining, she tried to push harder into his
mouth, to find her release, but his grip on her hips tightened.
“Don’t make me stop.”
    At the threat, Echo wondered what she’d set
herself up for. Aethan could draw this out for a long time—until
she was mindless with need and didn't know which was up or down.
She moaned and held still. A grunt of satisfaction left him.
    He ran the flat of his tongue over her
bundle of nerves. Without warning, his lips tightened around her
clit and he bit down. At the sharp nip, she came off the hood, a
cry tearing from her throat as everything inside her burst out in
waves of pleasure as she climaxed.
    Aethan didn't give her time to recover.
“Hold.”
    “Wh-what?” she panted, her body shaking from
her furious release, her mind not connecting with his demand. He
simply took her hands and put them on the edge of the hood and away
from the windscreen wipers. She curled her fingers around the
metal.
    “Keep them there.” Aethan unzipped his
leathers and yanked her bottom closer to the edge of the hood. Her
arms straightened.
    “Don’t let go,” he snapped, tone dark with
warning. He fisted his painfully erect cock and stroked her cleft,
once, twice with the head. Her body, tensed. Then, in one swift
move, he thrust into her. A gasp tore from her throat as her inner
muscles parted and gave way to his rigid invasion and he sheathed
himself completely inside of her.
    Joined to him so intimately, a hum of his
power bled from him and swept through her body—a dangerous bite of
a deadly man. It was heady, knowing it could kill another but take her to indescribable heights when he let go.
    ***
    Urias! She enclosed him like a sweet
fucking glove. Desire, hot and dangerous, buzzed through Aethan’s
blood. But the sight of his beautiful mate uninhibited in her
ecstasy held him in awe. Her skirt was bunched around her waist,
and her thighs splayed wide open. In the silvery moonlight, he
could clearly see the flush on her honeyed skin.
    He undid more buttons of her top and pressed
his lips to the scar above her breast with its spidery black marks.
He pulled down her bra, her breasts spilled free. Her body arched
up, and he grasped her nipple and sucked hard before letting go. He
groaned, voice rough, “I'm so glad we decided to come out and have
fun tonight.”
    A wobbly laugh left her as she wrapped her
legs around him. He lowered his hand to where they were joined and
thumbed her clit. Laughter turned to low moans of need.
“Aethan…”
    He pulled out and drove back hard into her.
A feral, possessive growl left him. “Is this what you want?”
    “God, yes . Faster…harder.”
    At her low, throaty demand, he gave