Harvest Moon (Beaux Rêve Coven 4)

As far as he knew, she’d never so much as kissed one of the demons. Except in dreams, apparently, and he nearly groaned at the thought of how she’d moved through his, sometimes clothed, sometimes not.

Once, she’d caught him as he’d dreamed of bathing, and she’d joined him in the tub, straddling his waist and sinking down his hard cock. He’d watched her swaying breasts and had caught them in his hands as water splashed over the edge of the tub, filling the floor so much that the tub had floated from the floor

, out the doorway, and rushed through a waterfall down the steps and into the bayou.

He’d awoken the moment he’d come, emptying himself inside his pants. Had she laughed, knowing he’d been unable to control himself?

Other times, she’d seemed shy, strolling through his dreams of faraway deserts, the sun glowing gold on her naked skin as she’d given him sideways glances and smiles while she’d led him to a pool of water, date palms shading the oasis.

“Is this a place you knew?” she’d asked.

He’d glanced around, surprised that he recognized it from his long ago youth. “Yes. I think so.”

She’d floated on her back, the water hiding her belly and legs but her rose-brown nipples beckoning above it. He’d been unable to resist the temptation and sank to his knees, placed her thighs atop his shoulders, and gave into the craving to know the flavors of her intimate flesh while she’d stretched out her arms, floating.

Radha stirred on the bed, and her eyebrows lowered. Was the mare there? Was she frightened?

He bent close to her ear. “I’m here, Radha, right beside you.”

Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared at him. “I was here, watching you,” she whispered. “Your expression…” she said, tracing a finger along his cheek. “I saw such a look of longing. What were you thinking about?”

“You, floating in the pool at the oasis.”

Her mouth twitched then stretched into a small smile. “I liked what you did.”

“I could give you that pleasure. Here. Now.”

“All I have to do is wish it?” she said, her tone teasing.

“I would give it freely, without a wish.”

She tilted her head as she looked at him. “Is it somehow different—when pleasure is freely given or compelled?”

Because she seemed to be teasing, lighter of spirit than she’d been before, he smiled. “You will have to try it both ways to know the difference.”

Her chest rose and fell more deeply now, and she swallowed. “I wish…”

Radha saw the instantaneous reaction to those two words in his dark eyes. They glowed as though a lamp had been lit from within. His expression honed his cheeks and the edge of his jaw, and he held still, not breathing.

“I wish,” she repeated, “that you would make love to me with your mouth.” When she finished, she drew a sharp breath, realizing she’d asked for something she hadn’t allowed herself in over six years. Sexual pleasure in her corporeal body. Sure, playing in dreams was fun, but she’d always been left feeling empty when she awoke.

“May I undress you?” he asked, his voice deepening, so musical to her ears she felt a shiver move across her skin.

Radha accepted his hand and let him help her stand beside the bed. He drew off her nightgown and panties then picked her up in his arms. He walked on his knees to the center of the mattress where he deposited her.

His movements were sure, deliberate—seductive. There was no hesitation, no waiting for her to give him any cues as to what she wanted next. His attention was fixated on her body, his gaze roaming her breasts and lower to between her legs.

When he paused to remove his dark tee, she held her breath. She’d seen him nude, had even touched his body—during the ceremony when the witches had shared their power, smoothing moonlight on their skin. She’d touched him everywhere, giving him protection, and yet, all the while coveting his lean muscles and satin-smooth skin. She’d lingered over his cock, caressing it with long strokes until he’d moved her hand away. Sensing he’d been close to exploding, she’d eyed his rigidity and wondered how it would feel sliding inside her. That had been the first time she’d been tempted to surrender to him.

Khan kicked off his shoes, but other than unsnapping the button closing his jeans, he made no further move to disrobe.

Though disappointed, she knew it was for the best, and not part of what she’d asked him for. As his features tightened, his expression growing more intense, her heartbeats hammered against her chest.

His hand smoothed over her heart. Had he heard the beats?

Her nipple dimpled beneath his rough palm, and he bent over her breast, cupping the other while he latched his firm lips around her areola. His tongue slid over the tip, teasing it, flicking it, until she couldn’t hold back a gasp or a roll of her hips.

His mouth stretched, and he smiled as he sucked more of her breast into his mouth. He drew hard then slowly pulled back his head, his lips tightening as they reached the turgid tip, tugging on it, and then releasing it with a loud pop.