"Kenyon, Sherrilyn - Dark-Hunter 03 - Dragonswan" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kenyon Sherrilyn)

making him ache, yet at the same time soothing him.
The beast in him roared and snapped in satisfaction while the man buried himself deep in her and shook from the force of his orgasm. With the two parts of him sated and united, it was the most incredible moment of his entire life.
Channon groaned as she felt his release inside her. Still wrapped around her, he pulled her even closer to his chest. She heard his ragged breathing and felt his heart pounding against her shoulder blade. The manly scent of him filled her head and her heart, making her want to stay cocooned by his body forever.
Slowly, the throbbing pleasure faded from her and left her weak and drained from the intensity of their love-making.
When he withdrew from her, she felt a tremendous sense of loss.
"What did you do to me?" she asked, turning onto her back to look at him.
He kissed his way across her collarbone to her lips. "I did nothing, ma petite. It was all you."
'Trust me, I've never done that before."
He laughed softly in her ear.
She smiled at him and dropped her gaze to the small gold medallion he wore around his neck. Odd, she hadn't noticed it before.
She traced the chain with her fingers, then took it into her hand. It was obviously quite old. Ancient Greek if she didn't miss her guess. The gold held a relief of a dragon coiled around a shield. "This is beautiful," she breathed.
Sebastian looked down at her hand and covered her fingers with his. "It belonged to my mother," he said, wondering why he spoke of it. It was something he'd never shared with anyone else. "I don't really remember her, but my brother said she told him to give it to me so that I would know how much she loved me."
"She died?"


He nodded. "I was barely six when..." His voice trailed off as his memories of that night scorched him. Inside his head he could still hear the screams of the dying and smell the fires. He remembered the terror and the arms of his brother, Theren, pulling him to safety.
He'd always lived with the horrors of that night close to his heart. Tonight, with Channon, it didn't seem to hurt quite so much.
She ran her hand over the markings on his face. "I'm sorry," she whispered, and inside his heart, he could feel her sincerity. "I was nine when my mother died of cancer. And there's always this little piece of me that wishes I could hear the sound of her voice just one more time."
"You're without family?"
She nodded. "I grew up with my aunt, who died two years ago."
He felt her ache inside his own heart and it surprised him. He hated that she was alone in the world. Like him. It was a hard way to be.
Tightening his arms, he let his body comfort her.
Channon closed her eyes as he ran his tongue around and into her ear, sending chills over her. She leaned into his arms and pulled him close for another scorching kiss. A tiny part of her wanted to beg him not to leave her in the morning. But she refused to embarrass herself.
She'd known going into this that tonight would be all they would ever have. Yet the thought of not seeing him again hurt her more than she could fathom. She literally felt that losing him would be like losing a vital part of herself.
Sebastian knew he should leave now, but something inside him rebelled.
It wasn't much longer until dawn. He still had to retrieve the tapestry and return home.
But right now, all he wanted was to spend a little more time holding this woman, keeping her in the warm shelter of his arms.







"Sleep, Channon," he whispered as he sent a small sleeping spell to her. If she were awake and looking at him, he would never be able to let her go.
Immediately, she went limp in his arms.
Sebastian ran his fingers over the delicate curve of her cheek as he watched her. She was so beautiful by his side.
He clenched his hand against her silken curls and took a deep breath in her hair. Her floral scent reminded him of warm summer days of shared laughter and friendship. Her bare hips were nestled perfectly against his groin, her lower back against his stomach. Her smooth legs were entwined with his masculine ones. Gods, how he ached to keep her here like this.
He felt himself stirring again. He felt the need within him to take her one more time before he upheld his obligation.
You must go.
As much as he hated to, he knew he had no choice.
Sighing in regret, he withdrew from the warmth of her and crept from the bed, still amazed by the night they had shared. He would never forget her. And for the first time in his life, he actually considered coming back here for a while.
But that was impossible.
His kind didn't do well in the modern world, where they were easily hunted and found. He needed wide-open spaces and a simpler world where he could have the freedom and solitude he needed.
Clenching his teeth against the pain of necessity, he dressed silently in the dark.