A glimpse of Julian, Hannah and Vincenz from CAPTIVATED
Phantom Corps: CAPTIVATED by LAUREN DANE
Copyright 2012, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, The Berkley Publishing Group
Releasing in trade paper and digital formats May 1
She left him exposed because she saw right to the heart of him.
And didn’t flinch.
She held on tight. Her arms encircled his shoulders as her breathing slowed and she melted into his body. Those moments when it was as if she gave herself over to him raged through his memory, urging him on. Urging him to claim. To take and delight.
He dragged his eyelids up and met Julian’s gaze. Julian licked his lips and stood, and it was as if time slowed with each step he took until he reached them both.
Vincenz stood and put her on her feet, swaying with her.
He looked into her eyes, so glossy and dazed. She was as affected as he was. Thank the gods above and below.
Moving to stand behind Vincenz, Julian took one of her hands and turned it palm up. When he pressed his lips there she gulped and made a sound. A low, needy moan dragged from her lips as if she was as surprised by it as he was.
Her taste. He needed more.
Cuffing her wrist, Julian didn’t fail to notice the way her eyes widened and her pupils grew. Her lips parted, sweet and slick.
And he kissed that mouth.
He tried to take it slow, but there was no slow with her. Nothing halfway.
Surprised, she gasped and then breathed a sigh of pleasure into his mouth and he swallowed it, greedy for her.
Julian nipped her bottom lip the way he’d wanted to every day for weeks, maybe longer. Her fingers at his shoulder dug into the muscle there as she clung to him.
Moremoremoremore. Need was a drumbeat in his head, a throbbing bass in his gut, throttling through his veins like wildfire.
She tasted like spice and sweetness. Like something dark and forbidden and altogether precious and he needed her like he needed to breathe.
He kept Vincenz between them because he wanted to tear the clothes from her body to bare all that skin. He wanted to toss her on the table and bury his face in her cunt. She made him simultaneously want to dominate and cherish in a way that stripped all pretense away. Stripped him to his barest, basest urges.
He began to pull away from the kiss when she sucked his tongue and suddenly he couldn’t think why it was a bad thing to claim this woman who’d come into their lives in the most unexpected kind of way and had turned everything on its ear.
Forehead to forehead they stood, leaning on Vincenz, who rested his weight against Julian as Hannah’s hand remained clutched in the front of Vincenz’s shirt.
“Why me?’ she whispered.
“Because it’s you.”
Vincenz had said it as if he’d plucked it from Julian’s brain.
“But . . . you two are already . . .”
Julian grinned. “Oh, yes. A great deal.”
“But . . . I . . . how? I don’t want to come between you.”
Julian had to pause to gulp at the sight of Vincenz sliding a palm up her belly, between her breasts, up to collar her throat. Her eyes went half-mast and she blew out a gust of sound. A ragged sort of moan laced with entreaty.
“Looks like this time it’s my turn to be in between you.” Vin pulled her close enough to kiss. This time there was no soft or tentative brush of lips over hers. This was the kind of kiss that routinely turned Julian’s knees to rubber.
When he broke the kiss she pursed her lips and then rolled them against her tongue.
“There’s no between us in the sense you mean.”
Julian knew she was fragile. He knew she’d been through a lot.
But all that fell away when she slid the hand clutched at Vincenz’s chest up around his neck and into his hair.
“Bed.” Julian wanted the room to do all he wanted to them both.
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