Demon Huntress

"What's the matter, Shu lan?" He slashed through the length of the top. "Are you going to tell me you don't want this?"

"I hate you," she snarled into her pillow.

He moved his h.i.p.s in a slow, circular grind against her b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s. "We've established that."

She bucked angrily, and he pressed her even more firmly into the mattress. "Be still, hunter, or you'll have a knife through your kidney." He could fix it, of course, but a punctured organ would ruin the mood.

"F.u.c.k. You."

"Yeah, that's the plan."

He shifted his weight and pushed the flat of the blade between her spine and the waistband of the scrub pants. Cold steel rasped against hot flesh, and she arched up with a groan that shot straight to his c.o.c.k. Greedily, he sliced through the trousers, and this time, she didn't move a muscle as he ran the blade down the pant legs until she lay before him, gloriously n.a.k.e.d.

Dropping the knife, he spread her legs and knelt between them, let his palms drift from the backs of her knees up along her muscular t.h.i.g.hs.

"I can't do this with you," she whispered.

"We've done it before."

"But I can't—"

"I'll make sure you do." He bent over her, pressed a lingering kiss to the base of her neck. "You'll come, Shu lan. I'm dying to make you scream for me."

Her response was muffled by the pillow, and she started to wriggle, but he slid his hand between her legs, cupped her, and she settled down.

"You're wet. Gods, you're wet." He pushed a finger between her swollen lips and started an easy rhythm.

There was nothing easy about how his lungs worked hard to draw air in as he stroked her. Adding another finger, he squeezed her knot of nerves between them, gently rolling it with alternating light and firm pressure. Slow passes of his thumb over the s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e flesh behind her s.e.x made her squirm and push against him, and when he eased his thumb inside her slick heat while working her with his fingers, she cried out.

"This won't work," she whimpered, but her h.i.p.s were pumping as if she couldn't stop.

A powerful mix of l.u.s.t and the need to possess Shu lan made him shudder as he scr.a.p.ed his teeth down her spine and murmured against her skin, "But it feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah." She fisted the pillow with white-knuckled force. "Oh, yeah."

"I can smell your need." Her scent made his nostrils flare, and suddenly he had to taste her, to take all of her into his body. His body that was screaming for release, aching for this woman he should hate but d.e.s.i.r.ed in the most primal way.

Unable to wait any longer, he rolled her onto her back. Surprise flickered in the drowsy depths of her eyes, and for a moment he thought she'd resist as he lowered his mouth to her b.r.e.a.s.t. Tremors shook her body, and she held her hands in fists at her sides, but as he drew one dusky n.i.p.p.l.e between his lips, a soft sigh loosened her to a boneless puddle.

He c.a.r.e.s.sed her b.r.e.a.s.ts, held them so he could divide his attention between them, l.i.c.k.i.n.g, s.u.c.k.i.n.g until she was writhing and her hands had come up to tangle in his hair.

This was what he'd missed out on at the hospital when he'd been in a rush to take her. The slow windup of tension. The building heat. The sweet, citrusy taste of her skin as he licked a trail from her b.r.e.a.s.ts down her abdomen.

He paused to rim her navel with his tongue, felt her sleek, honed muscles flex beneath his palms. Her fingers c.a.r.e.s.sed his scalp, sending tingles to the base of his spine and sparking fiery bolts of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e into his balls.

Inching lower, he let her soft feminine curls tickle his cheek as he spread her legs wide, opening her to him. He shifted, admired the sight before him, her swollen flesh served up for him and him alone.

"This . . . I don't . . ." Her gaze met his, and his breath caught at the sight of fear tangled with d.e.s.i.r.e in the depths of her beguiling green eyes. "I—"

"Shh. Easy, Hunter." He buried his tongue in her folds, swiped up her hot valley in one long, slow, motion. She tasted sweet and salty. Honey and hellfire. Forbidden fruit.

Her sultry m.o.a.n drifted down to him, fueling his hunger. He kissed her deeply, s.u.c.k.e.d her bud between his lips and flicked his tongue lightly over the protruding tip. Her h.i.p.s came off the bed, and she whispered something incoherent as he lapped at her and then plunged his tongue deep inside.

"This is wrong," she panted, but she arched against his lips and dug her nails into his scalp, holding him there in the place he'd like to stay for a long time. But what had been a slow burn under his skin became an inferno, and if he didn't dip into her hot center quickly, he'd turn to ash.

"Please . . ."

Please make me come.