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Crave The Night (Midnight Breed 12)

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Through blazing eyes, he watched her lower her head and place tender kisses across his chest. She stroked him some more, then began a downward trail of warm, wet heat with her mouth.

“Ah, fuck,” he snarled again, incapable of anything more.

Her lips and tongue skimmed down his abdomen, over every hard ridge and muscle, along one path of churning dermaglyphs to another. Sensation electrified him, left him shuddering with fevered anticipation. All centered on her.

He speared his fingers into her pale blond hair, needing something to hold on to as she slowly sank to her knees before him.

She tilted her head and gazed up at him, her dusky blue eyes holding his searing amber gaze as she moved forward and took him into her mouth.

“Jordana … holy fuck,” he rasped out savagely as her lips and tongue closed around his cock.

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JORDANA HAD NEVER FELT MORE AROUSED, OR MORE ALIVE, THAN in that moment as she watched Nathan’s pleasure mount while she suckled him deep into her mouth.

He dropped his head back on his shoulders and moaned, his muscled thighs braced apart and trembling as she worked her lips and tongue along the entire delicious length of him. His fingers lightly caressed her skull where they’d sunk deep into her hair, his broad palm curved along the back of her head as she took him deeper with each stroke of her mouth.

With the slightest change of tempo or flick of her tongue, she quickly learned how to make him growl in sensual agony or shudder in passion.

Nathan, the lethal warrior. The remote, unreadable Hunter. The Breed male who so easily assumed the lead in any situation, who dominated in everything he did.

The solitary man who’d stormed into her world and changed everything.

Changed her.

Here and now, Jordana had absolute control over him, and something about that knowledge made her feel both humbled and drunk with power.

She held him in her hands, stroking his velvety shaft as she drew him deeper into her mouth. He gasped as she leaned in and took all of him, hissed when she slowly withdrew all the way to the smooth, plum-shaped crown.

“You taste good,” she murmured, running the tip of her tongue through the hot, silky fluid that coated the engorged head of his cock. His hips bucked when she enveloped him in her mouth again. His curse was raw, ragged, as she abraded him lightly with her teeth. She smiled, pleased with this newfound power. “You taste good enough to eat.”

“Damn, Jordana,” he bit off harshly, his already visible fangs elongating like bone-white daggers behind his parted lips as she sucked him even harder. “Gonna make me fucking lose it …”

His voice was gravel, little more than a coarse rumble in his throat. Just hearing him so close to the edge made wet heat boil in her core.

He grunted, his pelvis knocking forward in a spasm she knew he couldn’t control. “Christ, that sweet mouth of yours …”

She moaned around his girth, thrilling in his response and taking far too much satisfaction in the torment she was delivering.

As she rode his length with her mouth, he clutched at her, tremors raking his immense body. His gorgeous face became something darker, otherworldly. His stormy eyes went volcanic, nothing but pools of amber swallowing up the catlike slits of his pupils.

His full lips peeled back on a feral snarl, his angular cheekbones sharpening to bladelike slashes as he stared down at her. His pulse drummed against her tongue and the roof of her mouth as he slid in and out of her lips, making her own heartbeat spike into the same hard tempo. Between her legs, she was drenched, aching to be filled.

Fueled by her own rising need, she dragged his cock deep, suckled him mercilessly, until at last he tore her away from him on a strangled growl.

No words, no gentle touches. He grabbed her under the arms and lifted her to her feet. Spun her around in front of him, then put one strong hand around the back of her neck and pressed her facedown onto the desk.

It was a primal move, his fingers like heated iron against her nape. With a low growl, he put his bare thigh between her legs, nudged them wider apart.

Jordana couldn’t move, even if she wanted to.

She’d pushed him to the brink, but now he was back in control. And she could hardly breathe for how totally that turned her on.

Nathan held her down with one hand, while his other lifted the skirt of her dress up over her backside. She knew the precise moment when he saw her skimpy black thong. He stilled, sucked in a short gust of air.

“So pretty,” he rasped thickly. His fingers skimmed up the inside of her legs, to where her soaked crotch throbbed.

He brushed her sensitive flesh, then she felt the thin excuse for underwear pull tight in his grasp. It snapped and fell away.



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