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within the earth. As he waved a hand to command the soil to pour over them, he sent his own body into
Carpathian sleep. His heart stuttered for a moment, then ceased to beat. The soil continued to pour over
them until it was all in place, undisturbed as if it had lain there for centuries.
Chapter Nine
The sun moved slowly across the sky. The house up on the hill remained silent, the beautiful
stained-glass windows reflecting the rays of light back toward the sun. Inside it was hushed, quiet, the air
itself stilled, as if the house were alive and waiting for something. As the sun began to sink, deep within
the earth a single heart began to beat. Lucian scanned the area around his estate even as he opened the
soil above them. AH was quiet. He floated from the earth back to the comfort of his sleeping chamber.
He lay Jaxon on the bed, at the same time waving a hand to light the candles. The dancing flames lent
soothing shadows and scented herbs to the room.
Lucian inspected Jaxon's body carefully to ensure that not one speck of soil remained, that she would
awaken clean and refreshed. He sent himself seeking outside his body and into hers so that he could
examine her internal organs and see for himself that she was completely healed. Only when he was
satisfied that all was well did he release her from the sleep of Carpathians into the lighter sleep of mortals.
He felt her take her first breath, heard the first beat of her heart. His hands went to her small waist
beneath the thin silk of the shirt so that he could feel her soft satin skin.
He felt the instant surge of heat racing through his own body in answer, and he stretched lazily. She was
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with him. She would be with him at each rising. He pushed the shirt from her stomach and bent his head
to taste her skin. His hands followed the sweet curve of her hips. He was becoming very familiar with her
delicate bone structure, the lines of her body. Her skin was warming beneath his wandering hands and
mouth. He moved lower still, wanting to taste her, wanting her to awaken to the erotic pleasure only he
could provide for her.
She was hot, flowing honey, so soft he wanted to crawl inside her. He knew the moment she woke, the
moment she was fully aware of him, of what he was doing, of the rising tidal wave of hunger rushing
through her body like a fireball to match the molten lava racing through his.Lucian ! She cried out his
name in the intimate way of their species, her body hot and restless and aching with need. Burning for
him. She needed him. Needed what he was doing to her, needed the feel of him hot and hard and thick
inside her, relieving the terrible building storm. Her body rippled with life, with such pleasure that she
cried out his name again, her hands clutching at his hair to try to drag him up to her.
At once he blanketed her body with his own. Her entrance was a hot, creamy invitation to him. As he
pressed against her, slipped inside her tight sheath, she gasped as her body reacted again and again,
spiraling outward, contracting and gripping. Then he was driving into her, hard and fast, his hips riding her
into a firestorm that kept building higher and higher.
Jaxon was clutching his arms, her face against his chest. She felt the beckoning heat of his skin, heard his
heart beating, the inviting rhythm of his pulse. She nuzzled his chest almost helplessly. Her mouth moved
over his skin. Her body clenched around his, making more demands. Her teeth nipped his chest right
over his pulse. She felt it leap in response, felt him thicken even more within her, hard and heavy, his hips
surging forward to bury himself even deeper. Her tongue swirled over his pulse. Once. Twice.
God, angel, do it. I need you like this. His voice whispered in her mind, over her skin, sexy, low,
pleading with aching need.
He was wild now, savage in his intensity, his body frantic for hers. All of hers. Her tongue swirled again,
and he groaned, burying himself again and again in her fiery sheath.Jaxon. Please . His hands cupped her
small hips like a cradle so he could drive forward in long, hard strokes.
There was so much pleasure, Jaxon allowed it to wash over her, to consume her. His pulse was
fascinating. She heard his husky cry, felt his mind merge solidly with hers, so she felt the white-hot lance
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within the earth. As he waved a hand to command the soil to pour over them, he sent his own body into
Carpathian sleep. His heart stuttered for a moment, then ceased to beat. The soil continued to pour over
them until it was all in place, undisturbed as if it had lain there for centuries.
Chapter Nine
The sun moved slowly across the sky. The house up on the hill remained silent, the beautiful
stained-glass windows reflecting the rays of light back toward the sun. Inside it was hushed, quiet, the air
itself stilled, as if the house were alive and waiting for something. As the sun began to sink, deep within
the earth a single heart began to beat. Lucian scanned the area around his estate even as he opened the
soil above them. AH was quiet. He floated from the earth back to the comfort of his sleeping chamber.
He lay Jaxon on the bed, at the same time waving a hand to light the candles. The dancing flames lent
soothing shadows and scented herbs to the room.
Lucian inspected Jaxon's body carefully to ensure that not one speck of soil remained, that she would
awaken clean and refreshed. He sent himself seeking outside his body and into hers so that he could
examine her internal organs and see for himself that she was completely healed. Only when he was
satisfied that all was well did he release her from the sleep of Carpathians into the lighter sleep of mortals.
He felt her take her first breath, heard the first beat of her heart. His hands went to her small waist
beneath the thin silk of the shirt so that he could feel her soft satin skin.
He felt the instant surge of heat racing through his own body in answer, and he stretched lazily. She was
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with him. She would be with him at each rising. He pushed the shirt from her stomach and bent his head
to taste her skin. His hands followed the sweet curve of her hips. He was becoming very familiar with her
delicate bone structure, the lines of her body. Her skin was warming beneath his wandering hands and
mouth. He moved lower still, wanting to taste her, wanting her to awaken to the erotic pleasure only he
could provide for her.
She was hot, flowing honey, so soft he wanted to crawl inside her. He knew the moment she woke, the
moment she was fully aware of him, of what he was doing, of the rising tidal wave of hunger rushing
through her body like a fireball to match the molten lava racing through his.Lucian ! She cried out his
name in the intimate way of their species, her body hot and restless and aching with need. Burning for
him. She needed him. Needed what he was doing to her, needed the feel of him hot and hard and thick
inside her, relieving the terrible building storm. Her body rippled with life, with such pleasure that she
cried out his name again, her hands clutching at his hair to try to drag him up to her.
At once he blanketed her body with his own. Her entrance was a hot, creamy invitation to him. As he
pressed against her, slipped inside her tight sheath, she gasped as her body reacted again and again,
spiraling outward, contracting and gripping. Then he was driving into her, hard and fast, his hips riding her
into a firestorm that kept building higher and higher.
Jaxon was clutching his arms, her face against his chest. She felt the beckoning heat of his skin, heard his
heart beating, the inviting rhythm of his pulse. She nuzzled his chest almost helplessly. Her mouth moved
over his skin. Her body clenched around his, making more demands. Her teeth nipped his chest right
over his pulse. She felt it leap in response, felt him thicken even more within her, hard and heavy, his hips
surging forward to bury himself even deeper. Her tongue swirled over his pulse. Once. Twice.
God, angel, do it. I need you like this. His voice whispered in her mind, over her skin, sexy, low,
pleading with aching need.
He was wild now, savage in his intensity, his body frantic for hers. All of hers. Her tongue swirled again,
and he groaned, burying himself again and again in her fiery sheath.Jaxon. Please . His hands cupped her
small hips like a cradle so he could drive forward in long, hard strokes.
There was so much pleasure, Jaxon allowed it to wash over her, to consume her. His pulse was
fascinating. She heard his husky cry, felt his mind merge solidly with hers, so she felt the white-hot lance
of lightning whipping through him as her teeth sank deep and the essence of his power, his ancient [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]