So, since I have Desire by Blood for free on Amazon right now, I thought I would share one of my favorite scenes.
Nico gave her bodice a quick, hard tug, causing her full breasts to spill out. He pulled back, and she had a moment of trepidation. Cool air replaced the heat of him. She opened her eyes to find him looking at her. Not at her face, but at her chest. Heat spread from her breasts up into her face as he continued to stare. His eyes were brilliant, his breath coming out in short, choppy bursts. It was the only sound in the room.
Embarrassed, she moved to cover her bosom, but the rumble from his chest stopped her. Once more, it brought to mind a feral animal. Without moving his attention from her chest, he captured her hands and pulled them back.
“Sweet Jesus.” Lust deepened his voice as his hungry gaze moved over her.
Her mortification melted as she realized there was admiration in his tone. He swooped down and took a t
urgid tip into his mouth as he caressed the other. This was beyond anything she ever imagined, almost as if she could not control her reactions. Delirious with the heat he was creating within her, she speared her fingers through his hair, allowing the dark tresses to slip through her fingers. Closing her eyes, she moaned as he moved to give her other nipple the same treatment as the first. His breath was hot against her flesh. Her heart galloped.
Nico pulled back slightly. Cordelia allowed her hands to drop from his head and opened her eyes. He was gazing at her again, his face like stone, his nostrils flaring with each breath he took. Without breaking eye contact, he blew on her wet nipple. A tidal wave of need crashed through her. Moist warmth slipped down further as the craving grew within her. She wanted—needed—him in a way she could not understand. Everything in her being called out to him just as it had the first time she had met him.
She couldn’t comprehend why this man…when so many before him had tried and failed. Before she could contemplate why or how, he was moving down her body. When he pulled her skirts up, she protested.
He stilled and looked up at her. The harsh lines of his face were more prominent, his appetite easy to see there. It should scare her, should send her running from that room. Instead, want surged through her, thundering through her blood. She did not even know what she craved, but she knew she wanted it from him.
“W-what?” she asked.
His jaw moved, telling her he was grinding his teeth. “Call me Nico.”
“Nico.” Was that her voice? All breathy with desire? What had the man done to her?
He smiled in response. “I like the sound of my name on your lips.”
Before she could respond to that, he shoved her skirts to her waist, situating himself between her legs. She felt his hot breath on her most private area.
His head whipped up, an untamed look in his eyes. “Nico.”
He smiled, but it was something close to what she imagined a pirate’s smile resembled when he was about to capture a booty. It transfixed her, and he used her hesitation to dip his head and place his mouth on her most private parts.