Lured by Ava McKnight Page A

vampire, and yet her husband had the ability to make her entire body quake with need and excitement. She could barely stand on her own two feet.
    “You make me so hot,” she told him. “So turned-on.”
    “Come for me,” he whispered in her ear.
    His fingers inside her and on her clit worked in tandem to produce the first ripple of sensation that would lead to a powerful orgasm. He nipped at her neck with his sharp teeth, driving her wild. He knew all the right buttons to push, and within seconds, the ripple turned into a wave.
    “Oh yes,” she said as the fingers inside her cunt stroked faster, pushed deeper. His finger on her clit worked her into a frenzy with its wicked pace. And his teeth scraping along her throat… “Oh God!”
    The wave swelled and then crashed over her, making her cry out from the pleasure that raced through her. “Marcus!”
    She barely got his name out before his mouth was on hers, kissing her passionately as his fingers still worked her pussy and clit, while the sensations still coursed through her. His determination to make her come again was evident in his strong, confident strokes. She let the wave build and crest again and she came a second time within moments of the first orgasm.
    Tearing her mouth from his, she said, “That is so good.”
    He grinned, though it was a tight one. As though he were keeping himself in check. Holding back from ripping off his clothes and thrusting into her. The thought of him doing just that excited her even more.
    She worked her way out of the tangled web of fingers and limbs and reached for the buttons on his shirt. She deftly slipped the first two disks through their holes, then abandoned the effort and impatiently tore the material apart, causing the buttons to pop off the shirt.
    Marcus laughed. “Now that’s flattery in its sincerest form.”
    “I couldn’t wait another millisecond to touch you,” she told him as she splayed her palms over his wide chest. Then she pushed the material over his shoulders and down his arms as he’d done with her robe. He was so wonderfully built, she took a few moments to admire his thick biceps, his broad shoulders, his hard pectorals and his rigid abdomen.
    He said, “You can’t even begin to imagine how hard you make me when you stare at me like that.”
    “You give all new meaning to the term ‘sinfully delicious’.”
    Indeed, he was mouthwatering. His blue irises and black-as-night hair, combined with a devastatingly handsome face, made him even more magnificent. It was a wonder she could ever tear her gaze from him or keep her hands off him. In fact, she likely would have taken in more of the nightlife if she’d been able to look away from him for more than a few seconds. But her eyes and hands were magnets and his body was steel. She couldn’t resist gravitating toward him, pressing her body to his, running her hands all over his exposed flesh.
    As her breasts melded to the spot just beneath the hard ledge of his pectorals, she said, “I love how your skin feels against mine. How your muscles tighten when my body is pressed to yours, responding to the way we conform to each other.”
    “Like we’re one being,” he muttered as his head dipped and he kissed her.
    Cass reveled in the sensuality of the moment and the need that seemed to flow between them. Slow and leisurely at first, but as his kiss deepened and his hands roamed her body, the current grew stronger and more intense.
    She broke the kiss and his embrace. Finishing what she’d started, she worked the silver fastening on his leather belt and then undid his black dress pants. She shoved the material over his hips and down his powerful thighs, her impatience returning full force. Quickly, she divested him of all of his clothing.
    “You could have modeled for Michelangelo’s David .”
    He gave her a wicked grin. “Who says I didn’t?”
    She laughed. “Your arrogance knows no bounds. But you’re only a hundred and fifty years old,