Page 64 of Shadow Hunter

The scent of his skin filled her nose. He was everywhere. His hands, his mouth, his tongue reached every part of her, leaving no spot untouched, as if he was discovering her body for the very first time. And she his.

Fully. Completely.

The full history of their feelings for one another between them.

But the faint scent of antiseptic from the hospital still lingered on his skin, a crude reminder of his still-healing shoulder. A tense knot gathered in her chest. How could she have been so stupid? She ran her hands over the muscles of his shoulders.

Because of her negligence, she’d nearly lost him.

Propping himself up on one arm, he suckled on her lower lip, then kissed her long and deep, making her forget her worries. The sweetness of his tongue sent a rush of heat straight to her core. A gruff moan escaped his lips as she slickened against him. His pleasure empowered her. The man holding her was a fierce warrior who fought against the strongest supernatural beings in the world. He could massacre monsters with his bare hands, but she wanted to be the one to make him as weak in the knees as he made her.

Slipping his hand between them, Damon fingered her the soft flesh between her legs. She cried out as he rubbed against her soft, sensitive folds, the pressure building inside her until she teetered on the brink of ecstasy.

He ran his lips over her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine as he whispered to her, “Come for me, Tiffany.”

He drove into her in a hard thrust that launched her climax.

“Damon!” Heat rushed to her core.

She bucked against him as pleasure rolled through her. Grabbing his face with both hands, she met his eyes. “Kiss me, damn it.”

He smiled and playfully nipped at her neck. “Only if you come for me again.”

She gasped. He didn’t have to ask twice.

He continued to pump into her as he kissed her so hard her head spun with desire. Another pulse of heat flooded through her, igniting into a blaze.

As she finished riding the last remnants of her climax, she pushed hard against Damon’s chest, fighting to roll him over onto his back. He grinned at her feeble attempt before wrapping a single arm around her waist and rolling her on top of him.

He lay back as she straddled his stomach.

Her eyes widened as she drank in the sight of him. The toned muscles of his arms and chest flexed as he reached out to cup her behind. She squealed and wiggled against him as he tickled her. She fell forward, her breasts pressing against his pecs before she moved up and gave him a short kiss on the lips that was so intimate in its familiarity it made her breath catch.

Slowly she drew herself down the length of his body, her skin sliding over the hard ridges of his abs. Resting her head on his stomach, she snaked her fingers over his mouthwatering hips and belly, a delicious triangle of muscle with a small trail of dark hair leading down to his erection.

A low growl escaped his lips as she continued to move downward. “What mischief are you up to?” he purred.

He groaned as she brushed her lips against his arousal. “You pleasured me,” she said. “Now it’s my turn to pleasure you.” She ran her tongue over the length of him, and the sound of his deep moans filled her ears.

Crawling up the length of his body, she left tender, soft kisses around his bandage. But a tinge of pain filled her heart. The image of his pained face, his unmoving chest and the paleness of his cold lips were seared into her mind forever. His pain hadshattered her. Something inside her crumbling to pieces at the thought of losing him.

Not again.

Twice she’d nearly shoved him from her life forever, but now, after seeing him so close to death, she knew she would never be able to live without him. She would show him pleasure and entice him to stay. Though deep down, she knew he would never abandon her.

Not like she had him.

After trailing kisses across his collarbone, she followed the line of his chest to the muscular curves of his abdomen, her mouth practically watering at the sight. She imagined all the hard work, the training, the dedication it had taken to tone his body.

He was perfect, like a piece of art.

He moaned as she massaged and caressed every inch of his body, from the crook of his neck and the bulk of his shoulders, all the way to his legs, hips and feet. He melted beneath her touch, and the look of ecstasy that crossed his face sent a rush of heat between her legs. She snuggled her body against him, her head resting on the tightness of his belly.

She whispered to him, allowing the heat of her breath to brush against his skin. “What can I do to please you?”

Tangling his fingers in her hair, he played with her long curls. “Your pleasure is more than enough.” His ice-blue irises blazed in the dim light of her bedroom. That fire told her exactly what he wanted, though he refused to ask. He was too sweet, too much of a gentleman, to express desire for anything but her pleasure.

Another moan escaped his throat as she stroked her hand over his shaft. “Tiffany...”

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