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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“What are you doing?” She regarded him from under her lashes, watching his face. His expression tightened her stomach muscles in anticipation. There was no doubt now that he had something up his sleeve.

Draden bent his head to her stomach and brushed warm kisses there. Everywhere he touched her skin, her nerve endings jumped and sent licks of electrical pulses straight to her core. “Can you bind your wrists to the headboard with silk?” He whispered the question against her belly button, breathing warm air over her skin. Her nipples tightened. “For me, baby? Would you do that?”

She glanced back at the two wide posts. The idea was a little shocking. It wasn’t like she would be placing undue trust in him. Draden wasn’t the kind of man to ever harm her. She could loosen silk in seconds if he did anything that frightened her, and she couldn’t imagine him doing anything remotely coming close. If the sensual lines of dark lust carved into his face were anything to go by, she had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

She couldn’t look away from those navy-colored eyes as she reached behind her, spreading her arms wide and opening her hands so her palms pointed directly at her target. She felt he already held her captive, just with his compelling stare. He turned her inside out, her body throbbing with need. The stark hunger on his face nearly drove her insane.

Silk wrapped around both posts simultaneously and then she turned her palms to face each other. Silk tightened around her wrists, securing her to the posts. He didn’t take his eyes from hers. Her lungs refused to work, and it felt as if he’d been the one to secure her to their bed, not her. Just the act of lying there, seemingly helpless, added to the pulsing excitement coursing through her body.

His palm rested between her breasts, fingers spread wide. “I love that you give me whatever I ask for, baby.” His hand slid down the length of her, from breast to belly and then lower so that he cupped her mound, his palm sliding over wet lips, pressing so that the breath hissed out of her.

She couldn’t speak. She had no idea what he intended, but the moment the silk was around her wrists, he appeared more relaxed, as if he had all the time in the world, and she supposed he did. She didn’t. Every nerve ending in her body was hypersensitive, waiting for his touch. Waiting for anything he would provide.

Shylah couldn’t take her eyes from his face. Now that he had her body stretched out in front of him like a feast, he leisurely raised his champagne flute to his lips and took a drink. His tongue slid along the rim of the glass suggestively, and her sex clenched hotly. She could see the advantages of such a situation right away. He didn’t have to do much but sit there staring hungrily at her body as if it belonged to him. As if she were his own personal playground. She went up in flames, and he drank champagne.

The silence stretched out until she wanted to scream. She inched her thighs closer together in the hopes of rubbing her legs together to get a little relief. His hand came down immediately to hold her leg in place.

“I see we’re going to need more silk, baby.” Taking his time, he put down his glass and reached for her thighs again, easing them farther apart until her legs were spread wide. “I need you to tie your ankles to the posts for me.” His large palms slid up and down her thighs very gently, barely there, just skimming, driving her crazy.

Her heart kicked into overdrive. She’d never felt so vulnerable in her life. At the same time, she’d never been so excited or stimulated. She licked her lips and did as he asked, loosening the silk at her wrists and turning her hands to accommodate his request, although it was awkward to do so. He watched her as if she were the most fascinating woman in the world and he couldn’t take his eyes from her. He didn’t move to help her turn her hands so she could spin the silk properly, but his eyes narrowed slightly, darkened even more, and the sensual lines in his face carved deeper.

The moment the silk spun around her ankles and pulled tight, she could barely breathe with needing him. She’d never been so happy in her life that she could spin silk. Before, she’s always hated that Whitney had made it possible through his genetic splicing, but now, lying there laid out like a feast for Draden made her feel sexy and wanted, especially when he didn’t bother to hide the stark hunger stamped so clearly in his face. She tightened the silk on her wrists and waited to see what he would do.


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