Page 48 of Enchanted
By the goddess, he could fix that, couldn’t he?
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Rowan smiled as she stepped out of the trees. She could hardly wait to tell Liam she’d met his father. She imagined they would settle down in the kitchen, where he would tell her stories about his family. He had such a marvelous way of telling stories. She could listen to that musical rise and fall of his voice for hours.
And now that she’d met his father, there might be a way to ask him if she could meet other members of his family. He’d mentioned cousins from time to time, so …
She stopped, staggered by the sudden realization. Belinda. For heaven’s sake, he’d told her that first day that he and Belinda were related. Didn’t that mean Belinda was …
“Oh!” With a laugh, Rowan turned in a circle. “Life is just astonishing.”
As she said it, as her laughter rose up, the air shook. The pad fell out of her hands for the second time that day as she raised her hands to her throat. Earthquake? she thought with a dim, dizzy panic.
She felt herself spin, the wind gallop. Light, bright and blinding, flashed in front of her eyes. She tried to call out for Liam, but the words stuck in her throat.
Then she was crushed against him, lights still whirling, wind still rushing, as his mouth ravaged hers.
She couldn’t get her breath, couldn’t find a single coherent thought. Her heart boomed in her chest, in her head, as she struggled for both. Suddenly her feet were dangling in the air as he yanked her off them with a strength that was both casual and terrifying.
His mouth was brutal on hers, hard and greedy, as it swallowed her gasps. He was in her mind as well, tangled in her thoughts, ruthlessly seducing it as he ruthlessly seduced her body. Unable to separate the two, she began to shake.
“Liam, wait—”
“Take what I give you.” He dragged her head back by the hair so that she had one terrifying glimpse of the fire in his eyes. “Want what I am.”
He savaged her throat, spurred on by each helpless whimper. And with his mind drove her violently to peak. When she cried out, he fell with her onto the bed. Her hair tumbled free as he liked it best, spread out around her head like a gleaming lake. Her eyes were wide, the passion that rode with the fear turning them midnight dark.
“Give me what I need.”
When her mind whispered, yes, he took it.
Heat came in floods. Sensations struck like fists. All was a confused mass of wrenching feelings as he drove her beyond the civilized. He was the wolf now, she thought, as he tore at her clothes. If not in form, in temperament. Savage and wild. She heard the growl sound in his throat as he bared her breast to his mouth.
Then she heard her own scream. And it was one of glory.
No time to float or to sigh. Only to race and to moan with every nerve inside her scraped raw and sparking.Her breath heaved out of tortured lungs, and her body arched and twisted, energized by every new, outrageous demand.
His hands bruised her and his teeth nipped, and each separate, small pain was the darkest of pleasures.
And somewhere inside her came the answering call for more.
He yanked her up so that they knelt on the bed, torso to torso, and his hands could find more. Take more. Freed, the animal inside him devoured, and it ravaged. And still it hunted.
Hands slipped over flesh slick with sex. Mouths met like thunder. They rolled over the bed, locked and lost together. Desire had fangs, and a voice that howled like a beast.
He drove her up again, hard and fast so that she wept out his name, so that her body shuddered and her nails clawed at him. She gasped for air, felt it sear her throat, and struggled to find some steady ground.
Then he found her with his mouth.
She went wild beneath him, bucking, arching. Her head whipped from side to side as she clawed at the bedclothes, his hair, his back. With tongue and teeth he drove both of them mad, shuddering himself when the orgasm ripped through her, when her body rose up with it like a flame, then melted, slow and soft as candle wax.
“You’ll come with me.” He panted it out as he moved up her body with hot, greedy kisses over still-quivering flesh. With one jerk, he lifted her hips, opened her to him.
Then plunged.
Hot, hard, fast, their bodies and minds climbed together. He buried himself deep, locking his teeth on her shoulder as he drove into her with savage thrusts. Mindlessly she locked around him, hungering for each dark and dangerous thrill. Energy pumped through her, wild and sweet, so her movements and demands were as fierce as his.
Blood called to blood and heart to heart. With one last violent stroke, with one low, feral cry, he emptied into her. And she willingly let herself come apart.
