Hope's Kiss by Knight Angela

Author:Knight, Angela [Knight, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Gay & Lesbian
ISBN: 9781603106610
Publisher: Red Sage Publishing
Published: 2011-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

“God, that feels so good.” Mark combed Hope’s gleaming hair back so he could watch her suck and stroke him. He’d never seen anything as erotic as the sight of her lips tight around his cock, the slow rock of her head, the slide of one graceful hand on his shaft. After the torture and anguish of the last week, the pleasure seemed to sear his senses with a delight so pure, it was almost painful.

“Enough!” he rasped, and pulled from her grip at last. Much more of that, and he’d spill into her mouth.

“Let me. . . . ” She reached for him again, but he stepped away.

“I want to touch you now,” he told her hoarsely, drinking in the sight of her slim nudity, so pale and perfect against the gray concrete floor. He dropped to his knees. “Let me touch you.”

Hope blinked those honey amber eyes, and he glimpsed a flash of fear before she hid it behind a thick screen of sable lashes. “All right.”

The pink tip of her tongue stole out to wet her lips, and Mark just had to kiss her. Looping an arm around her shoulders, he drew her into his lap, rocking back on his haunches. The warm weight of her silken body came down on him, pinning his cock deliciously against his thighs. Her sex felt so soft against his shaft, the delicate lips parting, gently teasing. “Hope,” he groaned. “God, I’ve missed you.”

She wrapped her long legs around his waist and looked down at him from her perch on his lap, searching his face. She must have found what she was looking for. Her lovely mouth covered his, and her tongue slipped between his lips. It retreated demurely, and he chased it with his own, licking and suckling, loving the heady taste of her after so many empty years.

He inhaled, and her scent flooded his vampire nose. There was a trace of arousal there, but mostly he smelled fear. She was afraid. Of him. Mark started to pull back, stung.

“No,” Hope murmured against his mouth, and caught his head between her small hands. “Don’t leave me. Love me.”

“You’re afraid.” He could hear her heart hammering as he held her, and he knew it wasn’t from desire.

“So show me I have nothing to be afraid of.” Her eyes looked so deep and dark as she stared down into his. “Be my Mark. My sweet lover. My man.”

“Yes. . . . ” It was a whisper of surrender. He cupped one pretty breast. The nipple had drawn into a tight bud, red as a raspberry against her pale skin. Mark bent his head and licked it slowly. The taste of her flooded his brain, and he was suddenly nineteen again, Hope’s pert nipple in his mouth.

He remembered being an innocent, before the bloody nightmare of Afghanistan, before Stone’s evil had corrupted his brain. Suckling harder, he drank in the memory of loving her. His hands stroked down her smooth back, discovering toned muscle that hadn’t been there ten years ago.

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