Finding the Blood Assassin [Lords of the Expanse 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (24 page)

“Yes, husband?” she asked innocently as she moved up his cock and teased the small slit in the head with her tongue. “I get to taste you, fair play and all that,” she muttered softly before taking his cock into her mouth deeply and suckling hard. She was determined to make him yelp just as he always seemed to make her.

Tightening his hold on the headboard so that it creaked with the stress, Raven arched up, his eyes closing in pure pleasure. Growling deep in his chest, he moved under her talented mouth, trying with all his might to just let her have her fun, but it was not quite working out that way.

Let go, Raven, I want to taste you damn it all.
Jamison spoke in Raven’s mind. Her tone was needy, desperate, and close to passing the breaking point of her control.
Please, Ra, give it to me.

Growling at her again even deeper, he shifted under her as she raked her nails down his thigh. That did it. Arching up, he roared her name as he came in a flash, his eyes rolling back in his head as he shuddered his release.

Greedily she drank him down, her deep swallows and then the light lick of her tongue making his cock leap even after the orgasm she’d given him. “Thank you, Ra. Gods that was amazing,” she said with a happy smile as she came out from under the sheets.

Loosening his hold on the headboard, Raven collapsed, his body stripped clean and exhaustion rippling over him. “I’m wiped out,” he rasped out softly as he stared through his lashes at her.

Falling onto the bed at his side, Jami smiled and nodded even as she tugged the blankets up and around them. “Then I suggest that we get some sleep, my love.” She sighed and shivered. “I love you, Raven. Sleep, because later we can make love, sweetheart.”

Sliding his arm around her shoulders, he drew her to him. “I love you, too, Jamison, always,” he murmured. Kissing the top of her head, he turned into her and wrapped her close. “You are mine for always.”

Jami smiled and stroked her hand over his chest, her touch light and soothing. “And you’re mine. I love you and you are mine for all time as well.”

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Born in the mid-seventies, this thirty-something woman has only been writing for the last six years of her life, faithfully, that is. Honor has always been scribbling a phrase, a curious word, or the oddest of thoughts down on anything she could find laying about. Now she piles them up before her and, if one catches her fancy, she further explores it to whatever its end might be.

A lover of books, her reading material spans from Shakespeare to mysteries and all the way to the erotic. Anything and everything she can lay her hands on she’ll read. Though, these days, she leans more toward the paranormal than anything else.

Poetry was her first love, lasting about three solid years. Don’t ask. She won’t show many of them to anyone. Then short stories became the focus and finally she began to write for more than just writing what came to mind. She started to write for pleasure and to tell the story that begged to be told.

Life and family came next. Working full-time as a customer service representative and raising two children got in the way, and the writing that she so loved as a teenager seemed to be pushed off to the back burner of everything.

So several years passed and her children turned into more than the babies that demanded her attention and into young children and then teenagers with different demands, ones that allowed her to once more spread her imagination to the wind and ask for more, want more.

As with all great things, the door to her notebook-written world might have been closed and placed on hold, but where a door closes another one opens, and in this case it was with the advent of buying a computer.

Honor spends many a sleepless night pounding at the keyboard. She is a consummate professional in her daytime career. However, at night her visions swing to the fantastical and in those long hours after the children and husband are in bed, she weaves together words and blends up stories that not only bring a whole new meaning to romance, but sizzle the pages with a heat that will have the readers begging for more.

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