“Elena, muirnin, something is going on here.” He tightened his hold on her hip, drew lazy circles with the thumb of his other hand along the small of her back.
“Touch me.” The words sounded of more demand than request this time, her tug on his wrist stronger, harder. She managed to pull his hand from her hip and brought it between their bodies to cover her breast.
The sigh she made mirrored the one rising in his throat. He couldn’t stop his fingers from squeezing at the plump orb in his palm. He couldn’t stop his thumb and forefinger from finding the beaded nipple and closing around it, twisting it lightly until her head fell back on her shoulders and she moaned her pleasure.
He should let her go. He should walk away. Something between them changed in the span of a heartbeat that he couldn’t define.
He also couldn’t resist it.
Tavius dipped his head, licking a path down the length of Elena’s throat as he palmed her breast more fully, more roughly. She lifted her shirt, exposing her breast, and he knew he should stop her. She didn’t want this. At least, that’s what she claimed moments ago.
Her fingers dove into his hair and she guided his head down to her breast. Whatever she did or didn’t want before seemed a moot point now. He pondered that even as he licked her nipple into his mouth. He traced the pebbled surface with his tongue as he sucked. Her taste seared itself into his brain, urging him to sample more of her, pushing all his concerns aside.
He felt crazy, overrun with an alien vigor he couldn’t resist any more than he could control. Her fingers fisted in his hair as he feasted on her breasts, tugging and pulling, and he rode on the forcefulness.
He let his hands fall to her ass, his palms cupping her firm cheeks as her body arched into him. It was madness the way she surrendered to him. It would be so easy to let himself go as well, to take her as completely as he’d wanted almost from the start.
“Elena,” he said hoarsely against her breast. “Muirnin, do you know what you’re doing?” As badly as he wanted her, he couldn’t go a lick further until he knew she was in her own mind. Had the power consumed her enough to take full control?
“Mmm, hmm, I’m trying to get your mouth and hands on more of my body.” She sounded as strained as he felt. Raking fingers of pain and fiery explosions of hunger ripped through his cock.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” He wouldn’t be able to stand it if he did anything to hurt her, physically or emotionally. He wouldn’t take advantage of the trust she seemed to be putting in him, wouldn’t take advantage of it, or her, for the sake of his hormones or any powers.
“You said we wouldn’t have sex. There are other ways to make each other come.”
Relief so acute and potent it felt silly rushed through Tavius. She knew. Whatever the jolt of power had been, she at least managed to maintain her senses enough to know her own mind.
It was all the go-ahead he needed. The power still niggled at his brain. He would analyze it later. He might even thank it for giving her this little push. Right now, he would forget it in favor of the offering writhing in his arms.
He turned her, backing her against the wall of the hallway as he started to kneel. He framed her sides with his hands, gliding his palms over her curves as he licked his way down her abs. He stopped at her belly button, dipping his tongue inside and smiling against her flesh when she let out a quivering, breathy laugh.
The laugh turned into a sigh of anticipated pleasure when his hands caught the waistband of her shorts and tugged them and her panties down as he settled on his knees in front of her. Smooth, bare pussy lips met his view, and he didn’t attempt to stifle his moan of appreciation.
“Gods, you are truly beautiful, Elena. This right here”—he traced her bikini tan line with the tip of his finger—“is so incredibly sexy.”
He looked up her body to find her gazing down at him, wonderment twisting with the flames of desire in her expression. “You like tan lines?”
“Love them. The contrast of dark to light flesh is perfect.” He flattened his hands on her thighs and pushed them up her flesh, turning them over when he reached her breasts. He took the heavy weights in his palms. “Just like these.” He skimmed his thumbs over the still-beaded nipples. “Dark nipples and milky flesh are the beauty of the Gods.”
She blushed, a tinge of pink rising to her cheeks that he found endearing to his very soul. Her hair fell around her face like a curtain of blonde silk as she bent her head to look down at him.
He lifted a breast higher, the nipple nearly touching her lips. “Lick it for me, Elena.”
She blinked at him but didn’t question. She opened her mouth, her tongue tracing the pebbled surface the way he did moments before. When she closed her lips around the nipple and sucked it between her teeth, he heard himself make a pained sound he couldn’t be sure he ever heard himself make before.
“Damn, that’s amazing. I have to feel you, muirnin.”
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Reviewer: Alberta
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I have read other books by Ramagos and I always enjoy them, but this is the first paranormal one I have read of hers, and I didn’t find Powerful Moves as satisfying as her western romances.
Elena meets up with Tavius and finds out they are from parallel universes, and that they are both enforcers of a kind. They must find a rogue vampire who has slipped from one realm to the other, but he is one step ahead of them, wreaking havoc and death wherever he goes.
I somehow missed how the vampire is connected to Elena’s natural father, and we don’t find out how he figures into the mix. The heat between Elena and Tavius is palpable, and they have ‘powerful moves’ together, but Tavius can’t stay in Elena’s world, and he can’t figure out how to take her with him to his own. Does she even want to leave her own milieu, her strange ‘family’, and go with him, even if she could?
The best thing about Ramagos’ writing is her command of the English language and her use of the most amazing adjectives, adverbs and similes. No one else comes close!
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