46. Margo

As Negals hands clasped Margos waist, and he lifted her onto his lap without breaking the kiss, she wound her arms around his neck and surrendered to the passion.

He devoured her, the fierceness of the kiss and his tight hold on her so overwhelming that it became too much. Leaning away, she gasped for breath.

Negals hold on her slackened. Too much?

She shook her head. No, it wasnt too much.

Before she could let herself second-guess her decision, she pulled out of his arms, rose to her feet, and offered him a hand up.

Negal looked up at her, hesitating only for a moment before taking her hand and letting her pull him to his feet.

As she led him to her bedroom, he seemed to be in a daze, and as she closed the door behind them, he remained frozen in place.

The lights were off, but the curtains were parted, and the moon illuminated the hard angles of Negals perfect face.

Are you sure about this? he whispered, his hand still clasped in hers and his blue eyes glowing with inner light.

Im sure. Margo pulled her hand out of his and shrugged off her robe, letting it slide to the floor.

His breathing hitched, and as she pushed the straps of her nightgown down her arms and let it slide to the floor as well, he hissed but still didnt move.

Frozen in place, he just stared at her with those luminous eyes of his, and for a moment, Margo felt self-conscious about her nearly nude body.

With only a small triangle of fabric covering any part of her, she was completely exposed, physically and emotionally, and if he rejected her offering, she knew she would never recover from it. She would never again trust herself with a male, human or immortal, because she had somehow terribly misunderstood and miscalculated his plans for her.

You are so beautiful, Margo. Negals whisper obliterated her insecurity, and she would have sagged to the floor from relief if not for his hands landing on her waist and then coasting up her ribcage.

Her breathing stilled as she waited for him to move them higher. Her breasts felt as if they had swollen to double their size, and if he didnt touch them soon, they were going to explode.

When his hands coasted down instead of up, she nearly cried with frustration, but then he leaned down and swirled his tongue over her nipple, and she cried out for the opposite reason.

Supporting her with a hand on the small of her back, he took the hardened peak into his mouth, and as he sucked it in, Margo threw her head back and arched into him to give him better access, but when his fangs grazed over her sensitive flesh, she whimpered, partly from fear that he would draw blood and partly from the spike of her arousal that the sense of danger caused.

What was wrong with her that this sort of thing turned her on?

As Negal lavished the same attention on her other nipple, Margo turned into a quivering mass of need. The pulsing in her core quickened with every swipe of his tongue, every pull of his mouth, and every gentle graze of his fangs until she thought that she could climax just from the foreplay, which had never happened to her before.

Heck, shed never climaxed with a man before, period. Not during the foreplay stage and not during intercourse. Would today be the first time it happened?

Her musing ended abruptly when Negals mouth left her nipple, and then he dropped to his knees in front of her.

What are you doing?

He grinned up at her. Worshiping my goddess. He pressed a kiss to the apex of her thighs over her lacy panties, and then he gripped the strings connecting the two triangles and tugged them apart. Sorry about that. He tossed the destroyed panties aside, not looking sorry at all.

Leaning lower, he kissed her naked mound with such gentleness and reverence that her knees buckled from the emotional impact, but then his hands were spanning her bottom and holding her up for his ministrations.

It dawned on her that he was still fully dressed, but she was too dazed to comment on it. Instead, she pushed her fingers into his thick hair and held on for dear life as he licked over the bundle of nerves at the top of her slit.

Margo was already so close that if Negal kept going for a few more seconds, she was going to detonate.

He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her bottom and then swiped his tongue over that sensitive bundle of nerves, once, twice, three times, and then he growled and whipped his tongue over the same spot one more time.

Negal! Margo gasped his name as the coil sprang, and the explosion was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

With his hands on her bottom, keeping her from collapsing, he kept licking and growling until the last tremors rocking her body subsided.