Dark Lover (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #1)

by J.R. Ward

“Touch me,” she moaned. Wrath’s blood pumped as if he were in a flat-out run, his erection throbbing like it had its own heartbeat. “That’s not what I’m here for,” he said. “Touch me anyway.”

“Just like peaches,” he said, stripping off her panties. “And I love peaches.”

Wrath wrapped his whole body around hers, putting his face in her hair. “My leelan,” he whispered in her ear. He ran his hands up and down her back. “My beautiful leelan.” He pulled away and kissed her on the lips. His smile was tender as he smoothed her hair.

“Don’t worry.” He kissed her long and slow. “I love you, leelan.” “What does that word mean?” “Something close to ‘dearest one’.”

Now tell me something. What’s your word for husband?” “Hellren, I suppose. The short version is just hell.”

“Wanted to…save you.” “You did. Wrath, you did save me.” His lips trembled. “Love. You.” She kissed him gently on the mouth. “I love you, too.” “You. Go. Sleep. Now.”

Wrath took her face in his hands and put his lips on hers. “And that’s why I kiss you so often, leelan.” She put her arms around his wide shoulders and nuzzled his lips with her mouth. “Oh, man,” Rhage said. “Are we going to have to watch them smooch all the time?”