Book Boyfriend #8
Devyn, King of the Targons
Devyn, King of the Targons
Scene setup: Jealousy can be a bitch! But, it can also lead to some hot scorching outdoor sex! WOOOO!
Overcome, emotions bubbling over, Bride threw her arms around his neck and slammed her lips into his. He hadn't left her alone because he'd been afraid of shaming her. She'd show him the error of that, she thought, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. At first, he didn't respond. Then he moaned. He smashed his weight into her body, and his tongue plundered deep, taking, giving, leaving her weak in pleasure.
"More," she said. It had been too long. Far too long. Despite the openness of their surroundings, despite any danger, waiting even a moment longer seemed silly. "Nothing you do to me is shameful, swear to God. Well, besides letting me suffer from withdrawals. You gave me a taste of you, then took it away."
He gave a hoarse chuckle. "Well, the first taste is always free. You have to pay for the rest."
"Name your price."
"You. Just you." His hands lowered, working at the harem pants. Didn't take much. He had them at her ankles in seconds, and ripped open his own pants. His erection sprang free. Then he was gripping her thighs, showing them apart, anchoring them on his waist and plunging inside her. Her head fell against the cold stone, her back arching to take him even deeper.
One of his hands kneaded her breast, thrumming the nipple through the fabric of her bra. "Never deny me this again," she said. "Understand?"
He nipped at her chin and pumped into her, in and out, fast...faster... "You're all I think about. All I want anymore."
Every forward glide took her to new heights. Every backward glide spun her out of control. He was touching her everywhere, even her soul. "Devyn," she moaned.
"You're...you. You make me hot, you make me laugh, and you make me angry. You look at me with those emerald eyes, and all I want to see is happiness inside them. You confuse me, you arouse me, you make me want to be better."
"There's no one better," she said, and hurtled over the edge, groaning, gasping, crying out his name again, holding on to him, determined never to let go.
And when she leaned up and scraped her teeth over his neck, he shuddered, and his grip tightened. She wouldn't do it, wouldn't take his blood and weaken him when they were within a hundred yards from the auction house. But she couldn't help but rasp his skin, laving it with whatever chemical she produced. Just like that, he came, sinking to the hilt, propelling her over again.
"Bride, My Bride"
She tangled her hands in his hair and forced him to look at her, to see the truth in her eyes. "Yours." But for how much longer.
The shudders left him and he stilled, continuing to pant, to hold her close. "I'm not ready to let you go."
I chose this scene because of Devyn's words. They were so touching because he changed during the course of the book and became a better person. There are other hot scenes in this book, so if you haven't read it, get to it. Seduce the Darkness is my favorite book by The Great One, Gena Showalter. *chants* Gena, Gena, Gena!
I hope you enjoyed.