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 never broke eye contact with him. Not when her lips moved up his wide girth and her tongue curled and explored, getting him wetter and wetter. Not when she made a little assault on the V beneath his crown, causing him to nearly lose his mind. Desire deepened the blue in her eyes to that cobalt. Her breasts rose and fell. Her nipples were hard little peaks. The flickering firelight played over her body and caught the gleam of wetness between her legs, telling him that what she was doing to him excited her.

Then her mouth engulfed the broad crown, and he swore he saw stars. He caught the back of her head in his palm without thinking, needing to keep her there. Hold her right where she was. Her lips stretched around his wide girth as she drew another inch of him into that tight, wet heat, sucking, tongue doing some curling dance that threatened his sanity. She made a moaning sound in her throat that vibrated up his shaft and down his spine.

She moved her head back, and his breath hissed out of his lungs. Then she took him a little deeper, her tongue lashing at him, her mouth a tight suction, gripping and milking and then moving back to tease under his crown until he thought his mind might actually unravel. He shared the beauty of what she was making him feel with her. The intensity of the pleasure.

He didn’t realize his hand had fisted in her hair, holding her over his cock, while his other hand had strayed to her nipple. He loved the sight of her, the firelight playing over her body. The way she looked so beautiful and so adoringly at him. So wanting to please him. She had no idea how much she pleased him all the time, and this—this gift was beyond his imagining.

Sandu didn’t want this to ever be over, but he could feel the more she drew him into the heat of her mouth, the more his body responded, and he wanted to be inside her. He needed that closeness, and so did she.

“That’s enough, ewal emninumam. I want to be inside you. I need to share your body.”

She blinked up at him and reluctantly released his cock. It was that reluctance that made his heart sing. The wetness on his wide girth that was so sensual-looking just added to that joy. He reached down, locking his arm around her waist and lifting Adalasia easily. Turning, he placed her on the end of the bed.

“Hands and knees.” His voice didn’t even sound like his, almost rough.

She complied readily, and when he placed a hand in between her shoulder blades and applied pressure, she lowered her front to the bed obediently, giving him the access he wanted. He rubbed her cheeks and then pressed the crown of his cock into her heated, slick entrance. She was scorching hot, and he didn’t wait, driving forward through her tight folds to bury himself deep. He caught her hips and pulled her into him as he surged forward again and again.

Adalasia.

He breathed her name into her mind, needing her to feel what he was feeling. The physical was beyond description, but it was so much more than that. He wasn’t good at expressing emotion, but it was there for her, mixing with the rising tide of carnal lust that just kept growing. Love for her overwhelmed him, could have brought him to his knees. She could so easily do that.

He moved in her. That tight silken tunnel, so scorching hot. So perfect. An unknown perfection no amount of research could have prepared him for. Adalasia. A woman who had given him so many new experiences and ideas. When he thought, after the centuries he’d lived, he’d never have much in the way of shocking surprises, Adalasia had given him the best the world had to offer. More, he knew she would continue to do so.

He moved in her, all that heat, her body made for his, so tight, nearly strangling his wide length. Her silken muscles dragged over his cock, the friction sending powerful waves of pleasure rolling through his body, hot blood roaring through his veins and pooling in a wicked mass to expand his erection beyond his comprehension.

She chanted his name softly, a rasping sound when air wasn’t quite reaching her lungs, when she wasn’t catching her breath. Her body moved back to meet his nearly as aggressively as his moved. She didn’t want this to ever end, either, but he could feel that coiling in her, winding tighter and tighter. Strangling him. The friction was nearly unbearable for both of them.

Flames seemed to leap and burn, a firestorm out of control, raging now between them. Without warning, her tight channel clamped down like a vise, a silken fiery fist squeezing, gripping and milking. His cock erupted into jagged bursts of white-hot ropes lashing the walls of her feminine passage, triggering more and more powerful eruptions.


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