“Don’t turn it on.” His voice seemed to be part of the darkness, a growl that sent shivers skating over her.
He pulled her to him. His clothes rubbed against her, the hard strength of his body surrounded her.
“Niol-”
His mouth took hers, and, oh, yes, it was exactly what she’d been waiting for…
Lips. Tongue. Tasting. Taking.
Her sex clenched as a wave of lust had her shuddering.
Her hands found his shoulders in the dark. Tightened around that broad expanse. She wasn’t going to pretend, not even for a moment, that this wasn’t exactly what she wanted.
He was what she wanted.
His mouth lifted, slowly. “Come with me.” He took her hand and tugged her through the house. The guy seemed to be able to see perfectly in the dark. She’d thought only shifters could do that. But he didn’t stumble, not once. Didn’t bang into her coffee table or walk into a couch.
No, he just glided quickly through the den and pulled her into the bedroom.
Candles flickered to life the minute they crossed the threshold-the tall, thick white candles she kept on her dresser and on her cherry chest of drawers. The sweet scent of vanilla filled the air and Holly’s breath caught.
She expected him to pull her toward the bed. A soft mat tress, silk sheets, and naked male flesh seemed like a perfect plan to her.
But Niol steered her toward the mirrored doors of her closet. He pushed her in front of him so that she stared into green eyes that looked smoky…and wild.
Niol stood behind her, his arms circling her body just below her breasts. His head bent toward her, his lips feathering over her neck.
His lips closed over her flesh and her own lips parted in hunger.
Then she felt the swipe of his tongue.
Her sex creamed.
She tried to turn, to catch his mouth and kiss him so that-
“Don’t move.” An order whispered in her ear. “Watch…in the mirror.”
His hands snaked down her body. He caught her skirt and shoved it to the floor. Her skin looked so pale next to his tanned hands. Darkness and light.
His hands came back up, teased her stomach with a soft caress, then his fingers began to slowly unbutton her shirt. The edge of her bra peeked through the opening and Niol’s fingertips smoothed under the light material, stroking the areola of one nipple.
Her legs stiffened. The better to keep standing.
The candlelight danced in the mirror, swelling higher, brighter.
The front of her shirt hung open now, clearly exposing her pale blue bra and the matching panties she’d chosen so carefully earlier that day.
Knowing what would come?
His thumb slid under the front clasp, popped it free and her breasts spilled forward, right into his hands.
He teased her nipples, plucking and stroking with his slightly callused fingertips. The friction was so freaking amazing and she began to twist against him as the tide of desire rose within her.
No teasing, dammit. She wanted the man.
“Watch.” A seductive demand.
The eyes she didn’t remember closing sprang open. His hands cupped her breasts. His mouth hovered over her throat.
And his heavy cock pressed into her ass.
He wanted her, just as much as she wanted him.
In this, they were even.
His right hand slid down her stomach and eased under the elastic edge of her panties.
Yes… Did she say it? Or just think it?
Either way, Niol heard.
He stroked through her curls and found the core of her body. He slid those broad fingers over the button that was the center of her need.
A moan burst from her lips.
One finger found her hot, wet opening. Pushed inside.
Not enough.
A second finger drove into her and his thumb pressed right over her clit.
Holly shot onto her toes.
Withdraw.
Thrust.
In and out his fingers moved in a maddening rhythm that didn’t give relief, only made the fierce ache inside her grow even more desperate and consuming.
Her hands fisted at her sides. The nails dug into her palms.
“Do you want me?”
Oh, what, was the guy crazy? Hell, yeah, she wanted him-she was straining and twisting and moaning like a woman gone wild against him.
“Holly, tell me.”
Withdraw.
Thrust.
She had to swallow twice before she could manage, “Yes.”
“Brace your hands on the mirror.”
Her hands slapped against the cool surface.
The hiss of a zipper.
The rustle of a wrapper-condom.
Holly kicked away the skirt. Stood in her high heels, panties, bra, and open shirt. She waited-
He tore her panties away.
Finally.
Her stance widened.
Niol positioned himself behind her, arching her hips back to him, and-
His cock brushed against the plump folds of her sex.
His fingers trailed back down over the front of her body, finding that aching, quivering spot between her legs that she needed him to touch just as-
His shaft thrust into her sex, a hard, no-holding-back, balls-deep thrust.
“Watch.”
Her gaze jerked up to the mirror. He was behind her, face set in tight lines of lust and hunger. Driving deep, the muscles of his chest rippling. Plunging, again and again-
And stroking with those fingers. Right over her clit. So good. So. Damn. Good.
Her body coiled. Tension mounted. She gasped his name, as the pleasure spun so close-
She saw herself in the mirror. Twisting and moaning. Body flushed. Nipples tight. Straining toward the mirror.
A woman with wild red hair. Cheeks stained pink. Gleaming lips.
Thrust.
Green eyes so dark, so-
Too dark.
The pleasure crested, slamming into her as Holly’s climax erupted in a fury.
And her green eyes faded to black.
Shit, shit, that was -
Her sex spasmed.
Her body quivered.
So good.
“See what I see.” The words rumbled against her as he kept driving into her. Again and again. His eyes blazed at her, a perfect black to match her own.
Demon.
Woman.
Man.
His cock swelled within her, filled every inch of her core. He shuddered. Then his hands dug into her hips and he jerked her up, higher, higher-
Withdraw.
Thrust.
“Beautiful…” He gasped out the word and came within her.
They made it to the bed. Somehow, someway. Holly didn’t remember walking there, and she didn’t remember him carrying her, either.
But the mattress felt good beneath her, and Niol’s arms felt even better around her.
She inhaled the vanilla. The candles were burning down so quickly now. A wave of his hand would extinguish the light-hell, a stray thought probably would-she knew that, but Holly didn’t want darkness, not yet.
“Tell me about your brother.”
Not what she’d expected in the aftermath of that storm, and Holly stiffened. She’d blundered earlier when she’d spilled her painful secret about Peter. As a rule, she didn’t talk about her brother, ever.
Niol’s fingers trailed down the length of her arm. “Easy, love. I just want to know more about him…to understand you.”
Her head turned, just a fraction, to meet his stare. “Is understanding me so important? I thought this-” Her hand fluttered between her sheet covered body and his naked chest. One fine chest. “I thought this was just about the pleasure.”
His expression didn’t alter. Niol, still using that mask that made her teeth grind together, even now. Surrounded by the scent of candles and sex, he hadn’t let his guard down.
But then, neither had she.
My eyes flashed black. Holy Christ, she could still hardly believe that. Being told by Niol and Dr. Drake-that was one thing. Seeing it-
No more denial.
“It is about the pleasure,” Niol told her in that voice that was seductive steel. “But I want to know you.”