Excerpt Fire. Burning, searing, impossible heat fed an immediate need, spiraling through her body. The instantaneous combustion shot straight toward the area between her thighs where she throbbed. His lips moved softly over hers. His hands found her hips, holding her in place. A small moan worked its way up her throat as he deepened the kiss, slipping a heated tongue through her lips to tangle and play. Before she knew what she was doing, Amanda was pressing herself against him, sliding her hands through the dense silk of his midnight hair. His delicious, smoky sent infused her, called to her, and she felt as if every cell of her body opened to pull it in. The hard nubs of her breasts brushed against her dress, sending fresh jolts of pleasure to her clit with every touch. They pressed into the solid width of his chest, creating a pleasurable sort of pain. Moisture slipped from her female channel to dampen her panties and she embraced the sensation, having never enjoyed that kind of excitement when she was alive. The irony of experiencing it now that she was dead did not escape her. But she recognized it for what it was -- her last chance to experience carnal love -- and she cherished it. Something hard pressed against her belly. Amanda writhed against it, pressing herself into the long, hard ridge nestled beneath black leather. Damian groaned, his hands skimming up her sides and enclosing her breasts in hard heat. His long fingers found the sensitive buds of her nipples, tweaking them gently. Amanda pulled her lips from his and cried out as the delicious touch speared through her. Her head fell back, her eyes closed, and she dropped her hands to cover his hard, round buttocks, pulling his erection closer. Instinct had her rolling her hips to massage the rigid column of flesh. Intuition inspired her to bite his soft lips and suck his tongue gently as she played. Breaking the kiss, Damian lowered his head and nibbled his way down the side of her neck. He buried his face in the warm place where her throat met her shoulder and his tongue came out to taste the sensitive skin there. Amanda clenched her thighs together, nearly flying off the edge of release from the sensual touch. “ Oh God, Damian.” Her voice seemed to pull him from a trance. He lifted his head and his gaze was hooded, filled with lust. Despite his obvious need, the demon removed his hands from her breasts and stepped back, swiping a hand over his lips. “We need to go. There’s still a lot to do if we’re going to find out what happened to you.” She watched him walk away, the crowd parting as he moved through it, and realized she was breathing heavily. Her body was on fire, every erotic touch-point inflamed and throbbing. Stumbling after him, Amanda told herself that what had just happened between them was never going to happen again. But on some level she knew she was lying to herself. It had felt good. Damn good. And whatever her mind was thinking, her body wanted more of what the dark-eyed demon had to offer. |
