Leopard’s Blood Read Online Christine Feehan (Leopard People #10)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Leopard People Series by Christine Feehan
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Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
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He pressed the broad head of his cock against her lips. Her gasp of air was warm. It carried the hint of desperation and need. She parted her lips, her tongue touched him and he nearly blew apart. He’d never been so hard in his life. The hand at the nape of her neck bunched her hair, half lifted her head and he thrust between her parted lips, filling her mouth. So hot. So tight. Paradise.

He moved in her, trying to force his body to be as gentle as he knew how – which wasn’t much, but he watched her face. When she closed her eyes, he tightened his hold on her hair, pulling on her scalp until those impossibly long lashes lifted and he was staring directly into her eyes. They were so dark with lust he couldn’t help the next thrust, his cock swelling until he knew he was going to explode.

“Keep looking at me,” he bit out.

Fire. It was pure fire. Pure paradise. He wanted to keep feeling her mouth, her tongue, the way she sucked. The squeeze of her muscles. There was no holding back. Jet after jet rocketed down her throat. She tried to keep up, but the angle on the bed was difficult. He didn’t care. He refused to let her up.

He loved the way she looked, her eyes bright, a little dazed, that desperation still there, her hips squirming, still marked by him. There were marks all over her body – his marks proclaiming she belonged to him. He loved that she wore them under her clothes, and he knew when they faded, there would be more, new ones.

He grinned at her, watched her lick her lips as he pulled his cock free and fisted it. “Look at that, baby, I’m still hard. That’s because you’re so sexy. Do you still want this?”

She nodded. “Please.”

He stepped off the bed to stand behind her, admiring his handiwork. He loved looking at her red, round ass. She was gorgeous. He still couldn’t believe he’d found her and she was so perfect for him. “You are still in trouble.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I have plans for tonight, Sonia. Hell is coming and I’m going to need to be able to keep my mind on work, not on worrying about whether or not you put yourself in danger.” He couldn’t help rubbing his hand over her left cheek. It was still hot. His handprint was fading.

“I won’t.”

“You will. You’re so stubborn.” He bent to kiss the two indentations above her ass. “You need ‘property of Joshua’ tattooed right here, so every time I take you like this, every time I have to punish you like this – and I know damn well that will be plenty of times – I can look at it with satisfaction.”

He bent his head to her because all that hot nectar belonging to him was escaping. She screamed when his mouth moved on her, devouring her, suckling, tongue alternately fluttering and stabbing. He pinched her clit and she went wild, bucking against his mouth. He lifted his head. “Don’t. Don’t you dare come.”

“I can’t stop.”

“Find a way. If you want this, control yourself.” He grinned, knowing there was no control. His own cock was out of control, once again harder than a rock. He loved her. He loved her body. He loved that she let him play like this. Nothing restrained her. She could stop him anytime. One word. Getting off the bed. Anything at all to indicate the play was too rough for her and she knew he would stop instantly, but she stayed, arms stretched out, fists bunching the sheet, head thrashing, breasts pushed deep into the mattress.

He couldn’t help himself when she struggled to control her breathing, taking in deep breaths to quiet her body. He turned his head, sucking her delicate skin as high as possible on her inner thigh, not stopping until his brand was there. He did the same thing to the other side. All the while his fingers moved in and out of her, curling and then uncurling, rubbing that sweet spot and then scissoring deep. She was panting, making little mewling noises.

He stood behind her, close, his feet spread, forcing her legs apart so she was open to him. He pushed the broad head into all that heat. She squeezed down on him, and he threw his head back. Ecstasy. Pure ecstasy. He drove deep and she screamed so loud he was afraid every one of his men would come running. It wouldn’t matter if they did. Nothing could stop him. Her body surrounded him, hot scorching silk, slick with honeyed liquid, bathing him in her, gripping so tight he felt like he was in a living, silken vise, all those muscles massaging and milking.


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