"Yvonne Navarro - One Among Millions" - читать интересную книгу автора (Navarro Yvonne)

unseasonable cold outside seeping through the concrete foundation and crawling up
her limbs and lower back. She wanted to move, get up and huddle within something
warm until she could feel her blood pulse once again in her veins, but Walters had
wrapped his legs and arms around her from behind like a giant spider sucking the
essence out of its juiciest kill. Even the cockroaches had gone, fled from this
oh-so-superior hunter.
"Nicholas only wants to see his children," Walters said against her hair. His lips
nuzzled the strands, tongue flicking out now and then to taste. "If you allow him a
meagre visit every so often, everyone will be happier. His mind isтАж younger, more
fickle. His life has lacked experience and the babies will prove overwhelming тАФ I
doubt he'll even stay. Instead you run from place to place like a terrified jackrabbit
with her offspring, forcing him to follow and calling the police every time he comes
too close. But I am not so foolish or irresponsible as brother Nicholas, my love."
"What do you mean, brother? What are you talking about?" Panicked by the
realization that he knew their pursuer was actually the twins' father, Sondra tried to
twist out of Walters's grasp and face him, but the arm across her ribcage was like a
tight steel band. She started kicking at his feet in frustration and his free hand dipped
between her legs and stroked; behind her spine he began to harden again and he
ground his hipbones against her and started to rock. Gasping with shame and
pleasure, her hands gripped his knees as her legs parted and she arched to meet his
fingers. She forgot the icy kitchen floor and the disappearing cockroaches and most
of everything else as Walters probed and readied her, finally raised her whole body
effortlessly and settled it on his. Beyond the orgasm pounding through her senses,
Sondra still managed her strangled question. "What did you mean?"
"I thought it was clear," Walters said. His voice had deepened to the familiar
sexual growl and he rolled forward with her, still joined, until Sondra was on her
knees beneath him. One of his large hands slipped beneath her left arm and encircled
her throat; he didn't squeeze тАФ never that тАФ simply held tight enough to feel the hot
rush of her pulse through the artery so close to his killing fingers. The feel of her
blood excited him more and he drove deeper into her, making her cry out in surprise
and spiralling ecstasy. His other arm snaked across her hipbones and lifted until her
knees were clear of the floor and she dangled from his body with only her fisted
hands to keep her face from banging against the tiles. Flopping loosely in the air
while he fucked her like she was some kind of whore doll, Sondra would have been
furious except for the tenderness in his dark voice and the convulsions of rapture
that were enveloping her. The words in her ear were like ice-crusted velvet as his
mouth grazed the soft juncture of her throat and shoulder and left another barely
bloody scratch for him to suckle like an infant.
"Remember what I said, Sondra? You're one among millions, able to do
something that should be treasured. And I will do just that. I will exalt you and
place you above all else, for ever."
Sondra didn't know if it was his next words and the way his hand moved from her
throat to caress her waiting belly, her rippling, final orgasm, or her sanity giving way
that made her begin to shriek as he came and filled her with a blazing, blood-streaked
icy liquid and passion.
"Unlike my twin brother Nicholas, I will be with you at every moment as you
carry my precious sons and bear them into this world."