Christine Feehan Dark 05 Dark Challenge

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You are crazy about me. A wealth of smug male satisfaction filled his voice.
Desari tried to keep herself from laughing, but it was impossible. Julian Savage was everything she ever
could have wanted. Even his warped sense of humor and overbearing self-confidence were too
endearing to pretend otherwise.You wish I were .
You cannot help yourself. Doubtless it is my good looks.
And your charming manner. She laughed again, this time dislodging herself from the tree branch. The
owl circled lazily over the canyon before settling to earth, shape-shifting as she did so.It is particularly
your modesty that attracts me .
Walk farther into the trees while I release these two from my command. I will not have them near
you.
Desari's head snapped up, and her dark eyes smoldered dangerously. She walked away, but she was
tired of all the orders the males of her race seemed determined to toss out as fast as they were able.Has
it occurred to you, Julian, that I can sing a binding song and leave you trapped in the body of a
bird the next time you choose to shape-shift ?
Julian laughed softly in answer, that same male smugness that made her want to wring his neck. He had
moved with his incredible speed and was keeping pace beside her with his easy, fluid strides. His arm
circled her waist, and he bent to brush the side of her neck with the warmth of his mouth. "You might do
so,cara mia , but you would not leave me in such a state for long. Your need of my company would be
my freedom."
Excitement was rushing through her body at the touch of his. He smelled clean and fresh, his clothes
immaculate, as if they had not been covered by earth these last few days. His veins were bursting with
life, his heartbeat calling to hers. "Arrogant man," she sniffed with pretended indignation. All at once his
playful boasting didn't matter. She hungered, her body crying out for sustenance, and mixed with that
need was a bolt of lightning streaking through her, turning her insides to molten lava, spreading its heat
low and wickedly.
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Julian caught her up in strong arms and took her, airborne, through the forest, far from any other being,
to a deserted emerald island in the middle of a small lake. He was already finding her mouth with his own,
a fiery domination that was met with hot demands from Desari's silken lips. Her hands were everywhere,
pushing at his clothes, insisting he be rid of them. She traced his shoulders, his chest muscles and ribs, the
broad expanse of his back. Her fingertips explored his skin, assuring herself there were no lingering signs
of his battle with the undead, that he was completely healed.
Her clothes felt heavy and cumbersome, an irritant to her suddenly sensitive skin. At once she rid herself
of them so that nothing was between her and Julian's hard frame. He felt so right, his arms locking her
close. She burrowed closer, needing to feel him, wanting to crawl inside him, wanting him buried deep
inside her. After so many centuries without someone of her own, without a chance for children and
someone to truly love her and want her, Desari woke with joy each rising.
Someone toneedyou , he corrected. His voice was husky as his hands did their own exploration. He
dropped to his knees in front of her, looking up at her dark, smoldering beauty, the fire and flame in her.
She was such a part of the night, of their world, shining like the moon and stars.
Julian caught her slender hips firmly in his hands and forced her forward so that he could trace every inch
of her satiny thighs. He found each and every hollow, her body already committed to his memory for all
eternity. It was as if time stood still for him, allowed him a moment from the universe, a moment that
would last forever, to be consumed completely by the wonder of woman. The firmness of her muscles,
the softness of her skin, the sheen and silk of her hair, the smoldering sexiness in the depths of her
coal-black eyes, even her long eyelashes, inky and dark, and the triangle of dark curls that guarded heat
and fire. She was so beautiful to him, such a miracle of light and goodness, that for a moment tears
shimmered in his eyes before he could blink them away.
Julian rested his head on her thighs, inhaling her scent, while the wind whispered its secrets and teased
their bodies. She was a creature of the night, as wild and hungry as he. She was his other half, and yet a [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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