Toxic Game Read online Christine Feehan (GhostWalkers #15)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: GhostWalkers Series by Christine Feehan
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Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
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Draden moved a little faster, thrusting deep and hard. Fire streaked up his cock and spread through his belly. She matched his rhythm as if born for sex with him. He couldn’t look away from the beauty of her face. The way it was flushed and sexy. The way she watched him as if he were the center of her universe.

“You good?” He needed her to say it. His body was making demands, feeling the ferocious fire building between them.

“More than good.”

He took her at her word and began to move the way he needed, holding her hips, fingers digging deep as he surged into her over and over, deep, hard thrusts that sent lightning crashing through him as her tight channel gripped and milked with greedy determination and strength. His cock swelled and pushed at the soft tissue, adding to the exquisite friction.

He felt her body ripple, a delicious warning and then her sex clamped down on his so tightly he could barely move, strangling his cock, working it, determined to get every drop of his seed. Heat spread through him like wildfire. His cock kept swelling, fighting back against the tight restriction. He kept moving, chasing the lightning, letting it have him. His balls were on fire, twin roiling cauldrons drawing up tight. His body strained, from his toes to his head. Then his cock was jerking hard, emptying itself into her, coating the walls of her sheath so the burn was scorching beyond what he’d ever known.

Her body took his like a tsunami, sweeping them both out and away, tossing them into a star-studded galaxy, while her tight, hot channel continued to work him, draining him dry and leaving him absolutely spent with sheer pleasure. He collapsed over top of her and the action sent another strong ripple through both of them.

His lungs burned. Hers had to, but he couldn’t move, letting her take his weight for several long moments while he fought for air. She didn’t protest, although he knew he weighed enough to crush the air from her lungs. He loved the feel of her soft body under his. It felt as if she’d melted into him and they wore the same skin.

His lips found her throat and then moved up to nibble at her chin, her dimple and finally her mouth to take the last of her air. Only then did he find the strength to rise up on his elbows, his hands framing her face.

“I love you, Shylah Freeman. With everything I am, with everything in me.” Ordinarily he might feel ridiculous saying something like that to a woman, but it was the truth and he felt compelled to give her that. “You’re never going to have cause to think you made a mistake.”

“I know that, honey,” she whispered back. “I absolutely believe in you—in us. We’re good together.”

“Whitney may be a complete madman and an absolute fucking wreck of a human being, but he gave me you,” Draden said. “I’d still put a bullet in his head, but I’d thank him first.”

Shylah muffled her laughter against his shoulder. “That sounds like you. I’d be right there with you.”

“Are you starving? You haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“I am, but I don’t think I can move.”

He gave a little groan as he rolled off of her. His cock slid free and sensations shook him as the sensitive organ pulled free of her tight grip on him. “That feels so damn good, baby. Unbelievable.”

“Mmmhmm.” The sound was both amused and an agreement. “I’m going to just lie here, but I think I’ve sprung a leak and our bed is going to be a mess. Still, I’m not moving.”

He forced himself to sit up. His legs felt shaky, but his body was buzzing with life. So alive. Every cell. “I’ll get something to clean you up and then we’re eating, because as soon as possible, we’re doing this again.”

She rolled onto her side to watch him get a washcloth wet with warm water. Propping her chin on her hand, she regarded him steadily. “How soon?”

“Don’t know. Minutes. Hours. Depends. That was pretty wild. But just looking at you gives me a rush.” It was the damned truth. She was staring hungrily at his cock. Just the way she was looking at him with such enthusiasm and demand sent heat spiraling through his groin. “Put your knee up, sweetheart.”

Draden caught her knee himself and gently washed between her legs, reluctantly removing his seed from her. He hadn’t realized he would want to see that evidence of his possession gleaming on her thighs, or how much it would turn him on all over again. She lay looking up at him, her face soft, eyes on him, but she didn’t speak.

He took her hand, his thumb sliding over his ring on her finger. As far as he was concerned, it was the perfect ring for her. He’d wanted a fancy red diamond for her. The one he’d chosen was purplish red surrounded by small white diamonds. He would never tell her what it cost because she’d never wear it if she knew, but he’d had that vision in his head for her ring. Red matched the fire in her. On his wedding ring there was a single tiny matching diamond, because he wanted her brand on him.



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