Authors: Dane Lauren
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Cash continued kissing her, each movement of his velvety tongue deliberately provocative; a game of chase and retreat. Liquid pooled in her panties and she found herself pressing her legs together. Wanting him to catch a whiff of her arousal. Wanting his hand stroking her, his fingers using her wetness to plunge deep inside her.
Finally he retreated from her mouth. Soft puffs of air drifted over her temple. He clamped his hand around her hips and lifted her, eliciting a gasp when her butt and the back of her thighs connected with the cool metal rim of the kitchen table. “Whoa. Cash, wait—”
“I got you.” He gently pushed her shoulders.
She resisted. “But—”
“There’s other places I wanna kiss you, so lay back and let me show you where.”
“Oh.” Gemma’s token resistance evaporated. Her spine met the hard, flat surface of the table and her legs dangled off the edge.
Cash drew a blunt fingertip from her left hipbone to her right hipbone.
Her belly trembled and she arched.
“Easy.” His fingers hooked the outside of her panties and he whisked them off.
She heard him drop to his knees. Felt his rapid breathing on her inner thigh. Sensed him staring at her blood-engorged pussy. A blush started from her cheekbones and worked down the length of her body to her curled toes. Never had she felt so exposed.
She couldn’t even study his face and watch his eyes to see if what he saw turned him on.
She held her breath and herself rigid, wondering what he’d do first. Tease her with his hot breath and barely there kisses? Whisper dirty talk? Work her into a frenzy with his fingers?
Gemma was totally unprepared for the thorough swipe of his hot tongue straight up her creamy slit. She gasped.
Cash dragged his mouth across the inside of her right thigh, muttering, “Dammit. I know I’m supposed to take it slow, but Lord,
winyan
, you’re already wet.” He inhaled. “I
want to taste you. Bathe in you. Suck these pretty pink lips and lick you until I feel you come against my tongue.”
“Oh—” The rest of her sentence was lost on a long wail as Cash did exactly what he described.
No slow build up and then teasing withdrawal. He widened her knees and settled his mouth on her throbbing sex. Licking and sucking, focusing all his attention on her clit.
Before she had time to brace herself, an orgasm rocked through her. Even as she lifted her hips for more, Cash sucked her clit harder, deeper, using his teeth and tongue until cries spilled from her throat.
As Gemma floated back to earth, a slight sense of embarrassment surfaced that she’d been so quick on the trigger. She stifled the urge to giggle when Cash’s lips zigzagged up her ticklish belly. Instead, she scrambled up on her elbows, to better see him, forgetting about the blindfold. As she sat completely upright and reached for the tie at the back of her head, Cash’s fingers circled her wrist.
“Leave it. We ain’t close to done.”
The end of a curse is the beginning of a magical love.
Reading Between the Lines
© 2007 Lauren Dane
Celtic language expert Haley O’Brian is thrilled when she gets the chance to translate a scroll written in Ogham, an ancient Celtic text used in magic and divination.
While translating the text, she unwittingly frees Conall macCormac’s Fae soul from a millennia-old curse that kept him imprisoned in a human body, lifetime after lifetime.
The end of the curse is just the beginning of the magic for Haley and the ridiculously sexy Conall. He takes her into the world of his people, the Daoine Sidhe, where she begins to learn of her own Fae heritage, carve out a new path for herself, and embrace her new-found power.
But their happiness is marred by Ninane, the jealous Fae who cursed Conall a thousand years ago. She will stop at nothing to have him for her own, including the murder of Haley’s family.
Determined to bring Ninane to justice, Haley must ask Conall to undergo the ultimate test of love—to stand aside and let her fight her own battles.
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Reading Between the Lines: The look in Conall’s eyes seared her deep. Such love there. Adoration. Trust.
Admiration. Joy. Fear too.
She felt it as well. How fortunate she was to have this. However it came about, whatever brought it to her she couldn’t feel resentful or distrustful of it. It simply was and she wasn’t going to question it.
She shared his love, his adoration, trust and admiration. And his fear. Fear that this bitch who harmed him would come back to hurt him again. Fear she’d lose the best thing she’d ever tasted. And what would her world be like without Conall now that his life had touched hers? Bleak.
“Haley? Are you all right?”
She focused on his face, saw his concern. Unable to speak she nodded but a tear fell anyway and he sat up and scooted back to lean against the headboard, staying seated within her.
“What is it? Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she managed to whisper. “I don’t want to lose you. She won’t come back will she? Teach me how to fight her, Conall.” She could bear a lot, but losing him seemed totally unimaginable and yet, the anticipation she’d felt in the glade where the ring stood just a few days before remained and she had a strong suspicion it had everything to do with Ninane.
He smiled and kissed her tears away. “Lady, you slay me. So precious to me, sweet, sweet Irish witch. Ninane may try to come back. I won’t lie. But she doesn’t have the element of surprise she had before. She won’t succeed if she tries to harm me. And I’ll kill her before I’d let her harm you.”
She nodded. “Okay. I love you, Conall. I know it seems soon. Hell, it
is
soon, but I do.”
He kissed her lips softly. “Me too. I love you too. Now, if you’re not going to do your job, you can’t be on top.”
Haley undulated on him, rolling her hips as she raised one eyebrow in his direction.
His breath stuttered. “Where’d you learn that, Irish witch?”
She continued with the movement, slow and sure. “I took a belly dancing class. I’ve never tried it this way. Pity.”
Leaning in, he nipped her bottom lip, making her yelp as she laughed. “You’d better not have!”
“Conall,” she continued, breathless from laughing, “you may have been forcibly chaste for a thousand years but I’m not so stupid I don’t know you got it on with loads of chicks before that.”
Putting a hand to his chest he gasped theatrically. “Got it on? You wound me! Are you suggesting I was loose?”
“A man whore? A floozy, or is that moozy if it’s a guy? Oh get that look off your face! I’m guessing you were a connoisseur of women rather than a moozy.”
“If you didn’t have such talented hips I’d be vexed.” He totally blew it when he started to laugh, rolling over and landing on top of her body, continuing to stroke into her.
He felt so damned good Haley thought she might die from it. The heightened sensation her magic gave her now that she was Fae was incredible. Like having her skin turned on to ten on the dial. Everywhere they touched was like a brush of her clit. Every inch of his cock sent ripples of pleasure through her pussy. Stretching her even as he caressed her internally. He existed within her, not just with his cock, but with their connection to one another. He was all around her and inside her. She was awash with him, with desire. Love filled her to overflowing. To say sex with Conall was mind-blowing would be an understatement. In truth she wasn’t sure there were words adequate to describe the feeling of his cock as it pressed in and then retreated.
Haley arched her back, needing more of him. She raised her knees, wrapped her calves around his waist and dug her fingers into his shoulders. His hair caressed her bare chest and neck, his scent settled things within her even as it excited her.
Her orgasm began to build again and she let go of one shoulder to slide a hand between them. He groaned in her ear. “Goddess it’s sexy when you do that. Soon, Irish witch, soon I’m going to put you on the table and sit back and watch your fingers coated in your honey, playing over your clit.”
Her breath caught in her throat when her middle finger reached her clit and pressed gently. She didn’t need to move, he provided the friction as he fucked into her body.
“Your pretty pale skin will glow with pleasure and I’ll take my cock out. Lightly stroke it because I’ll want to concentrate on you, with those fingers sliding into your pussy. Your head will fall back, you’ll catch your bottom lip between your teeth the way you do and you’ll make soft, needy sounds.” With each word, his voice became deeper and more strained. She knew he was close and she was too.
“Oh, yes!” she gasped as orgasm rushed through her, sucking her under as her body gave over to endorphins designed to make her feel as if she floated in desire. His body on top of hers anchored her, kept her from drifting away as he arched back, thrusting into her hard and deep, and came as well.
Long moments later, he let out a satisfied sigh and rolled to the side, holding her against him as they caught their breath.
“Now, my family will be here in about half an hour. There’s to be a large meal and everyone will ooh and aaah over you.”
Haley sat up with a gasp. “Why didn’t you tell me? Conall, I have to get ready.
Shower. I don’t have any clothes here. Oh man.”
He grabbed her and pulled her back to him, kissing the top of her head. “I tried but you jumped me. Minx. And I saved you from a trip to my parents’. You should be grateful. They’ll all come over here because my mother won’t hear of you going anywhere for a day or so. Now, we will shower together. No, don’t get that look, you’re still weak and I shouldn’t have had sex with you just now but I don’t want you to fall. I can wait a few hours to have you again.” He winked and tumbled out of bed, helping her to stand.
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