Darcy Branwyn

This is from a work in progress, but I had so much fun writing it that I thought I’d share it here…

She leaned toward him, her teeth grazed over his jaw, and then she found his earlobe and bit down harder than he’d expected. He winced—a surge of awareness burst over him—and then he groaned helplessly.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.” Alana took his hair in her hand and tipped his face to one side by it even as he still held her hand pinned to the tree. They were locked. She kissed his neck and bit at him, and God help him but he wanted more of that. He wanted to both control and to be controlled by her.

To possess and to be possessed.

“Alana…”

“Yes,” she growled against his ear. “Say my name like that again.” She yanked harder on his hair, as her teeth pinched at his collarbone.

“Alana,” he heaved.

She let go of his head and the fingers of her other hand wiggled against their restraint. “Let me go,” she said firmly.

He released her and her hands went to his belt, unbuckling it. He shook his head, but she stopped him.

“Shhh…” She got into his face. “If I touch you like you do me will you like it?”

He nodded.

“Then stay still.”