Page 77 of Hexbound

She was breathing hard, but she wouldn't let him look away from her, capturing his face in her hands and turning hers to place it in front of him as he tried to pull free of her. "What do you mean?"

He swallowed, his heart in his throat. "I want you, Verity. I want to do things to you that I've never dreamed of doing to any other woman." He bared his teeth. Hell. "And I can hear your heart racing, hear the blood slipping through your veins in anticipation. You want it too. You want this." Taking her hand, he cupped it against the full, straining length of his erection, earning a groan from himself and a gasp from her before her fingers closed around his cock, rasping against the material of his trousers.

It was the first time someone else's hand had ever touched him there. He almost came on the spot.

Somehow he forced himself to continue. "But I'm dangerous, Verity. I don't want to hurt you."

There were those questions in her eyes again, but he thought somehow, she'd begun to realize what haunted him. "You don't want to lose control," she whispered.

"Ican'tlose control." Bishop swallowed as her hand shifted on his cock. "I want to. I do. I want it so badly it hurts."

"We don't have to do everything," she replied thoughtfully. "We could take it slow. The second you feel yourself slipping, you tell me."

And here was where the danger lay, because he wanted to agree. "Slowly?" It was both an answer and a question.

A brilliant smile lit her face. "So slowly that you'll beg me for more."

Velvety lips caressed his throat, sharp little teeth nipping at him. Somehow he found himself pressing her back against the wall, thrusting into the heat of her hand.

A hand that began to stealthily unbutton his trousers, to part the buckskin there and sneak inside. He couldn't have stopped her if he wanted to. "Verity,Jesus." Skin found skin, and then she was exploring the silk-slick length of him. It was all he could do not to lift her, shove her skirts out of the way, and bury himself inside her in some age-old instinct he'd never felt before.

"Tell me what you want to do to me," she whispered in his ear, her soft lips nuzzling his earlobe as her hand worked his cock. A thumb rasped over the molten head of his erection, rubbing the slickness there across the head.

"Fuck.Fuck." He ground closer, drowning in her perfume, in the spicy heat of her skin. The rasp of his stubble against her throat earned a gasp from her lips, and he licked her there, tasted her. Bit her. "I want to... fuck you. But I can't. I don't... Oh, shit." She was squeezing him hard. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting. Fucking his way into her hand.

It felt amazing.

"This is not going to end slowly," he gasped.

Verity laughed, and squeezed again.

Somehow they were sliding to the floor. She pressed him flat onto his back, straddling his thighs. All he could see when he looked down was his straining cock quivering in her pale hand. Their eyes met.

"You'll like this," Verity whispered, giving him a secret smile that clenched inside his chest, as though she'd wrapped that hand around his heart instead. Then she lowered her head and licked the crown of his cock.

Bishop jerked, his back arching.Fucking Jesus.Somehow his hands were in her hair, and that hot little mouth swallowed him down. Took nearly all of him. And he was pushing her down more, thrusting his hips up, trying to get more. Trying to push himself over the edge that was building.

She glided up with a wet little pop and worked him with her hand. "Look at you." Those green eyes were alight. "You're right. This is not going to be slow at all."

Then she devoured his cock as though she'd never wanted anything more in her life.

"Ver," he gasped. "Ver, I'm going to...." His hands started shaking.

She lifted up just enough to blow across the top of his cock, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

"Let yourself go," she whispered. "I want this to be the best moment of your life."

More heat. More sweet caresses with her tongue.

He came, a blinding wave of heat that started in the back of his balls and exploded into her mouth. And she was right.

Itwasperfect.

Somehow he'd madehis way into the sitting room carrying Verity in his arms. Then he collapsed there, completely undone, while she curled in his arms and rested her head on his chest.

"I can hear your heart beating," Verity murmured, caressing his chest.

Bishop lifted his head off the cushions. "It's beating there for you."