Spider Game (Ghostwalker Novel Book 12) by Feehan Christine

Author:Feehan, Christine [Feehan, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2016-01-25T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

I’m getting the best prize, Trap. You’ll always be that for me.

Cayenne’s voice woke Trap from his restless sleep. He was instantly alert. Aware. His body rock hard. Little jackhammers tripped in his head, drilling deep, digging relentlessly at his brain until the pain was brutal.

She was there with him. His body was wrapped possessively around hers, his hands holding her to him, his legs and arms trapping her close. She hadn’t moved in her sleep, not even to put an inch between them. He would have known the moment she’d tried.

When I saw and heard you, there in your room all those nights, I wanted to crawl all over you, to put my mouth on your cock and taste you. I needed to lick you clean. I burned. I burned every night after I saw you do that and didn’t really know how to make it go away.

He closed his eyes, savoring the sound of her voice, remembering the feel of her sinful mouth on him. So hot. Burning her brand into him. The jackhammers drilled deeper, insistently, sending shards of glass through his mind. His cock was pure steel, a thick, savage spike as relentless as the spikes pushing into his brain. Pushing against her body, he couldn’t control the jerk of need, the throb of hunger, the rush of hot blood centering in his groin in a painful demand.

Trap inhaled, taking her scent deep into his lungs. Baby. I can’t sleep anymore. It was still dark and he didn’t need a clock to tell him it was around three A.M. The webs shrouding their bed added to the sensual, erotic need flooding him. I can’t wait, Cayenne. If I don’t fuck you soon, I swear to God, woman, I’m going to come apart.

He felt her pour inside his mind. Nerves were there, but no resistance. She was a little drowsy, but already, he could feel the same urgent need building in her. Not brutal or primitive like it was in him, but there all the same.

He slid his hand up her belly to cup her breast. So soft. Nothing like it. You feel like pure silk. He used his finger and thumb to roll her nipple. To tug gently. An exquisite torture for both of them. He knew from the night before that her breasts were sensitive. He applied a little more pressure, a pinch then a soothing brush. A flash of heat and then another soothing touch.

I want my mouth here. Right now, baby.

His hand urged her to turn slightly so she was on her back. Again she didn’t protest. She went onto her back for him, his body tight against hers, his hand still on her breast. He didn’t wait for her to settle, he dipped his head and took the offering. His mouth closed over her lush right breast, his hand working her left one. He suckled while his fingers kneaded. He used his teeth and tongue while his fingers rolled and tugged.

He

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