Escaping The Beast: A Darkhills Romance (The Darkhills Series Book 2) by Elizabeth Greene (the best motivational books TXT) 📗

confident that he wouldn’t bite her, his main driver seemed to be to protect her and see to her wellbeing, but a small part of her trembled with the thought of what it would feel like to be devoured by the powerful man before her.

He gathered her hands up in his and held them above her head, she tested against his strength and found his hold firm but relenting, easing slightly to reassure her. He stretched his hand to hold both her wrists in one of his and used his other hand to gently turn her head to the side as he bent his head down to run his nose along her exposed throat. Katherine closed her eyes and prepared herself for his bite. A trail of teasing feather-soft kisses was not what she expected and she gasped at each tender caress of his lips. A coil of pleasure was turning tightly low in her belly, his slow and controlled taunting caused her body to shake.

When he finally slid his tongue past her open and gasping lips, she moaned loudly against her will as she sought to ease the tension by stroking her tongue against his. Like a dam had been untapped, she tilted her chin upwards, craning to have more of his delicious seduction. She was lost to him, following where he led as he teased her by hungrily tasting her mouth only to retreat and cause her to ask for more with a soft whimper and a gentle imploring lick of his lips. He gave her what she craved but kissed her less hungrily each time. It did nothing to calm her growing desire, her demand for more increased with each taunting dip of his tongue.

Just as she was about to complain and fight against his hold to take what she wanted from him, his free hand stroked possessively down her side, gripping at her hip as he slid his weight off her. She wanted to sigh out her relief as his touch eased her need for more of him, and also argue her frustration as he lifted away from her.

Her eyes flew open and she glared into his dangerously intent gaze. She had no doubt that she was his sole focus at that moment. She got the feeling that the world could be burning down around them and his eyes wouldn’t leave hers. That steady, ever-present darkness held her firm, giving her nowhere to go, nowhere to fall. There was safety in his darkness.

His hand slipped beneath her panties and a gentle caress against her sensitive nub made her cry out, as pleasure rippled through her. His eyes still held hers and she refused to look away or to submit as his fingertips lightly grazed her. Pleasure mounted and she swallowed hard as she fought with the need to press herself into his hand.  His mouth came down to play with hers once more, mimicking the teasing touches of his fingertips and her resolve broke as she desperately arched into his touch, her mouth hungry for the taste of him and her body crying out for the release that threatened.

She was on the verge of giving over her control and letting herself free fall when he showed his true colours.

“Why did you run, Katherine?”

Chapter Seven

Katherine

Damn him.

Anger flared within her as she realised he was only seducing her to get his answers. She turned her head away from his kisses and bit her lip stubbornly. His fingers began strumming her a little faster and her mouth popped open against her will with a little gasp.

“Please tell me.” He pleaded as he ran his tongue along her jaw and nibbled on her ear lobe.

Her orgasm was hovering just out of reach as her mind desperately tried to fight against the onslaught of sensation and the heady but confusing power struggle that was happening between them. He was in total command of her, he held her on the brink of something spectacular, and yet she held the keys to her own pleasure.

His fingers dipped down to test her entrance making her wish for him to fill her, the thought of being filled by the infuriatingly addictive man sent another wave of desire to flood her. He dipped two fingers inside her, nowhere near deep enough for her to feel satisfied and upon finding her soaking for him, Lucian groaned in her ear. The sound caused her whole body to shake and her own answering moan was pulled from her throat. Lucian continued his torture by slowly withdrawing his fingers and once again began to softly flick his fingers teasingly against her nub, now slick with her own arousal.

God, she wanted what he was offering, she was so close to falling over the edge she could almost taste the sweetness of her release. She turned her head and fixed him with what she hoped was a look of defiance. The rebellion against him that existed within her was ever-present. She might be about to submit to his onslaught of pleasure but it didn’t mean she had to be happy about it.

“You lied to me.”

She hated herself for it but the words slipped from her lips on a quaking breath, and with a firm press of his finger against her clit, her orgasm struck her like lightning.

“Oh God.” She cried out against his lips as he finally plundered her mouth greedily as she had been so desperate for him to do.

“Yes, my beautiful darling,” Lucian coaxed between heavy pants as his kiss became more demanding and aggressive, his fingers circling her insistently, “Again, come for me again.”

Katherine screamed out her frustration as her traitorous body did as he asked and she flew apart in his hold. Her hips grinding instinctively against his hand as she rode out her release.

Sweet, merciful God.

She struggled to comprehend her reaction as her orgasm refused to end; pleasure rolling through her in persistent echoes.

“You son of a bitch,” Katherine panted as