Dark Tarot – Dark Carpathians Read Online Christine Feehan

Categories Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 167196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
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Adalasia’s breath caught in her throat. In the depths of all that black were those red flames. She was looking at a pure predator. There was nothing lazy or laid-back about him. His arms were around her, caging her in, his strength enormous. The lines in his rugged face were cut deep. He was fully Carpathian, an ancient who had walked the earth and battled his enemies for centuries. And he was hers.

She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled his head down to kiss him. One hand slid up his chest. It was bare. Skin to skin. All those muscles. His body was rock hard.

I have waited so long for you. You are my only, Adalasia.

Their tongues tangled in the heat of the moment, a beautiful war. Then he was kissing his way down her body, leaving her breathless, without air. His hair teased her sensitive skin as he moved over her breasts to her belly button and then lower still, holding her thighs apart.

You’re my only, too, Sandu. I hoped you would come for me. At the same time, I feared I wouldn’t be strong enough to protect you from them. She couldn’t say her greatest anxiety, that terrible truth, aloud.

He kissed the inside of her thigh. Gently. Leisurely. As if he had all the time in the world when she was on fire and needed him to hurry. Ewal emninumam, I believe I am a male Carpathian.

His tongue licked up the inside of her thigh and stopped just short of where she needed it to be. He pressed several kisses right there and then nipped with his teeth. He sucked gently. She squirmed to try to get him where she truly needed him. He moved to the other leg, ignoring her silent cues.

What does that mean? That you are a male Carpathian?

More kisses and licks up her inner thigh, driving her wild. That fist of tension coiled tighter. Hotter. She wanted to cry with need. His teeth nipped, and he sucked at her skin.

Teagan explained this to you, Hän sívamak.

Before she could reply, his tongue swiped through her folds, and she nearly sobbed his name. Dio, nothing has ever felt that good. Other than your kisses. She shared the feeling with him as best she could.

We are just getting started.

She had no idea that he meant exactly what he said. He really had learned skills in those centuries past. His hands and mouth, teeth and tongue built her up slow and then sent her flying, then took her up fast, and she detonated like a rocket. The third time he brought her close, he knelt between her legs and lifted her bottom easily to him.

Wrap your legs around my waist.

You look much bigger than I thought you would look. She tried not to let him see or feel the sudden trepidation. She wanted him with every heartbeat. Every pump of her blood through her veins. He was just a big man.

I was made for you. For your pleasure, Adalasia. You have nothing to worry about. There was no amusement, only love stroking her mind with gentle intimacy. With confidence.

She nodded. Her gaze once again searched his. He was perfection. Hers. I was made for you, wasn’t I?

She felt him, the broad head of his cock lodged in her entrance, and it felt like a brand. Her body welcomed him. She wanted to impale herself on him, but she’d already learned that patience was rewarded. That building of a slow burn could make the roar so much better. She trusted Sandu to give her everything.

His gaze holding hers captive, he pressed forward, his thick cock invading, stretching her tight sheath, pressing into her until he hit that thin barrier. Ewal emninumam, you are my heart and soul. Come into my world.

I would follow you anywhere.

He surged forward, moving into her, past that thin barrier. The bite was far less than his teeth, and the pleasure of his cock filling her, welding them together, binding them, was already making that sensation long forgotten in the new ones he was giving her. He buried himself deep with a long slow stroke, all the way, and held himself there, looking into her eyes. It was intense, beautiful. Heart-stopping.

Tell me you are okay. I am not hurting you.

I want you to move. I need you to move. You haven’t hurt me.

He smiled. That smile lit his eyes, and then he shifted positions subtly, just enough that when he began surging into her, over and over, building each thrust harder and faster, she could feel him hitting some spot inside her that felt as if he were lighting a match to dynamite. She was coiling tighter and tighter. Needing more and more. Feeling desperate to fly.

Sandu. She couldn’t quite reach what she needed. What she wanted. So close. She was close. He felt so good, she didn’t want this to end. It was so perfect. So beautiful. Sharing the same skin. As if they were one body and mind.


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