One woman swears to avenge the savagery of a ruthless killer loose on the streets of Lundun; if only she can stay one step ahead of an inventor who fears that his greatest work, a labor of love, has turned on humanity.
Grieving the loss of her beloved cousin, Ella Wilder is determined to catch the murderer. Infuriated by the fumblings of the constable, she seeks the assistance of a handsome noble who seems to be looking for his own answers, and whose reluctance tells her he has something to hide. Over time, hesitant intimacy grows into fiery passion but brings them no closer to finding the madman.
As the killer reveals darker inventions that blur the boundary between man and machine, Ella fights the fear he may be after her next. Can Ella trust her heart to the man who refuses to share his secrets yet swears to protect her? Will Bennett be able to choose between keeping terrifying family secrets...or losing Ella to the iron-hearted killer who stalks the night?
Warning: This book contains a dirigible, flying machines, automatons, a sexy but secretive hero, a stubborn heroine, and a very determined killer.
His large hands cupped her breasts. “How do you want this, Ella? You want me to ravage you right now and put an end to this heavenly torture?”
His lips feathered across her neck. She moaned, but said nothing.
“Or.” A soft nibble on her earlobe. Shivers danced down her spine. “Or, do you wish for me to lie across the bed so that you can take control?”
Ellie clutched his arms. Her head was spinning, womanhood throbbing, blood burning.
“We—” She swallowed, yet still her mouth was dry, aching. “I-I want to undress you.”
He stepped back so suddenly she nearly slipped to the ground. Bennett nodded and glanced down. “Go on.”
Immediately, Ellie went for his boots. She dropped to her knees and slipped them off, then his socks.
Before standing up she noticed his groin was right on level with her face. Once she had seen a picture of a woman on her knees before a naked man. His erection was in her mouth.
Was that what Bennett wanted? Would it please him to have her do that right now? Her pulse jumped at the wicked thoughts.
But he reached down and pulled her to stand. “Not yet,” he whispered.
So, with trembling hands, she unbuttoned his vest then slid that off his back. She didn’t glance up at his face but she felt his gaze upon her. Hot, steamy, sinful.
Next Ellie unbuttoned his white shirt then pulled it loose from his trousers. Then, that too, she slid off his arms and dropped to the floor.
The flickering light from the fire danced upon his skin. For just the briefest moment, the vision held her spellbound. Then she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his chest, sliding her tongue across his nipple.
Bennett let out a ragged moan.
He pushed her away. “Finish,” he croaked.
Sighing, Ellie backed away enough to complete her mission. Her hands skimmed the waistband of his trousers, then flicked open the top button. Already a bulge pressed against the rest of them. She tried not to touch his erection, but it impossible to unfasten without skimming across it.
Once the trousers were opened and dropped to the floor, Bennett stood before her completely naked. Every inch of him was beautiful. The dark curling hair on his head, even the zigzagged scar on his cheek. His wide shoulders and sculpted arms. Flat stomach, jutting erection, and muscled legs.
She could stare at him for hours.
Or she could caress that beauty. With her mouth.
Ellie lifted on her toes and brushed her lips across his mouth. At once, he opened up to her invasion and welcomed her in. Their tongues touched and danced until she finally pulled away, breathless.
Bennett’s eyes gazed down at her, hooded and shining.
Then inch by inch she licked, nibbled, and suckled her way down his body. He gasped as she grazed her teeth across his nipple and then swirled her tongue in his navel.
Then, at last, she was on her knees, just like before. But this time he stood before her completely bare. Just inches away from his arousal and she could smell the musk, feel the heat.
“Oh, God, Ella, you don’t have to do this.”
She didn’t answer, but instead wrapped her hand around his pulsing shaft. Above her, he shuddered, flexed his hands.
Gently, she stroked the flesh, curious about the steel of the muscle yet the softness of the skin. A finger traced a large vein on the bottom, then circled around the tip.
“Sweet heaven, Ella, you must stop, you—”
She pressed her lips to it.
His gasp echoed around the room.
He tasted just as he smelled, musky and male. Slightly salty. Just as the picture she’d seen, Ellie kept one hand on the erection. She felt wanton and sinful and exceedingly aroused.
Her nipples tingled, womanhood ached. But she’d not stop now.
Ellie reached forward and feathered her tongue along the petal-soft skin. It pulsed beneath her pressure.
“Oh Lord.” Bennett’s breathing grew more erratic, his muscles tensed.
She traced down the large vein until she reached the nestle of hair at the base, then back up again to the tip.
But this wasn’t what the picture she’d seen looked like. No that woman had her entire mouth enclosed over her lover’s erection.
So Ellie drew back, licked her lips and opened her mouth wide.
“God, Ella, no.”
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