“You shouldn’t be so quick to give away your trust, Ms. Davenport. The devil is often the most charming man in the room.”
Seething with anger, I gave him my back, desperate to leave before the tears of frustration broke free. With impossible speed, he appeared directly in front of me, blocking my exit. I didn’t understand him at all. One minute he wanted me gone, the next he blocked my path. Maybe both of our emotions were conflicted.
I couldn’t bear to look up see the mockery on his face. I intended to get as far away as possible, but a vision halted me. My eyelids fluttered rapidly, and the white fog surfaced.
His fingers dig into my skin as he grips my bare hips, thrusting me onto the cool marble counter. Several glasses shatter onto the floor below us, but we don’t care, consumed by the undeniable craving we have for one another. I straddle him, my dress bunched up around my waist, leaving only a small piece of silk between him and my desire.
My mind and body rage a war with one another, but it’s useless, futile. I give in.
He grabs the back of my neck and holds my gaze, our eyes locked in a battle of fury and passion. He wants me to remember this moment. To know that he’s the only one who can bring me to lust like this. His tongue slowly eases out of his mouth, grazing the center of his bottom lip. Uncontrollable longing tears through me as I yearn for him to devour me, to have him glide down every inch of my body until I can’t take anymore.
I don’t speak. I don’t ask for what I want. Words would take me out of this moment, breaking the hunger that’s led me here.
Inside, I scream for his touch. His powerful hands pull me forward and his mouth roughly captures me in a deep kiss. His lips skillfully work against mine. Hot and hungry, his tongue demands entrance. Only when he touches me like this am I truly alive. He presses his body tightly against mine, and I moan in ecstasy at the feel of his firm muscles. I’m ravenous; I’ve wanted this for so long. Needed this. I want him to consume me, to mark me with his body until he is engraved deep into my bones.
He eases the delicate straps of my dress off my shoulders, his gentleness unexpected and alarming. Fear breaks into my passion, afraid that when this ends, I’ll have no way back.
He senses my apprehension and erases it with his fingers as they find their way to the soft space between my legs, rubbing and coaxing me to let go. He increases his pace, harder and faster as I arch my back in pleasure.
The vision faded as I returned shakily to the present, flustered by the intensity of what I’d experienced. I tried to still myself as I stood there, opposite the man from my visions. Neither of us spoke or moved. One slight shift of my body, and we’d be touching. I hated myself for how desperately I wanted to close those last few spaces and caress him. I’d always been judgmental of people who were so easily manipulated by desire, casting their convictions and beliefs in a whim for the chance to taste the flesh they so eagerly craved. I’d thought they were weak, shallow—pathetic. But the truth was I had no idea what that kind of desire—that kind of draw—could do to a person. Not until now.
My entire body hummed from his proximity as his flesh beckoned to me in ways I’d never experienced before. His muscular-defined body was the epitome of a hunter. He smelled of fire and the clear winter’s night, intoxicating and addictive, and it scared the hell out of me. Infernal heat radiated from his flesh, burning into me from every direction.
I took in a jagged, shaky breath as he lowered his head until his lips grazed my ear, sending a streak of lust through me. His words flowed like velvet, but I could sense the lethal undertone. “I’m being much more generous with you than I have been with others. You would be wise to accept my hospitality without question or argument.” He lifted my chin and gently rubbed his knuckle across
Seething with anger, I gave him my back, desperate to leave before the tears of frustration broke free. With impossible speed, he appeared directly in front of me, blocking my exit. I didn’t understand him at all. One minute he wanted me gone, the next he blocked my path. Maybe both of our emotions were conflicted.
I couldn’t bear to look up see the mockery on his face. I intended to get as far away as possible, but a vision halted me. My eyelids fluttered rapidly, and the white fog surfaced.
His fingers dig into my skin as he grips my bare hips, thrusting me onto the cool marble counter. Several glasses shatter onto the floor below us, but we don’t care, consumed by the undeniable craving we have for one another. I straddle him, my dress bunched up around my waist, leaving only a small piece of silk between him and my desire.
My mind and body rage a war with one another, but it’s useless, futile. I give in.
He grabs the back of my neck and holds my gaze, our eyes locked in a battle of fury and passion. He wants me to remember this moment. To know that he’s the only one who can bring me to lust like this. His tongue slowly eases out of his mouth, grazing the center of his bottom lip. Uncontrollable longing tears through me as I yearn for him to devour me, to have him glide down every inch of my body until I can’t take anymore.
I don’t speak. I don’t ask for what I want. Words would take me out of this moment, breaking the hunger that’s led me here.
Inside, I scream for his touch. His powerful hands pull me forward and his mouth roughly captures me in a deep kiss. His lips skillfully work against mine. Hot and hungry, his tongue demands entrance. Only when he touches me like this am I truly alive. He presses his body tightly against mine, and I moan in ecstasy at the feel of his firm muscles. I’m ravenous; I’ve wanted this for so long. Needed this. I want him to consume me, to mark me with his body until he is engraved deep into my bones.
He eases the delicate straps of my dress off my shoulders, his gentleness unexpected and alarming. Fear breaks into my passion, afraid that when this ends, I’ll have no way back.
He senses my apprehension and erases it with his fingers as they find their way to the soft space between my legs, rubbing and coaxing me to let go. He increases his pace, harder and faster as I arch my back in pleasure.
The vision faded as I returned shakily to the present, flustered by the intensity of what I’d experienced. I tried to still myself as I stood there, opposite the man from my visions. Neither of us spoke or moved. One slight shift of my body, and we’d be touching. I hated myself for how desperately I wanted to close those last few spaces and caress him. I’d always been judgmental of people who were so easily manipulated by desire, casting their convictions and beliefs in a whim for the chance to taste the flesh they so eagerly craved. I’d thought they were weak, shallow—pathetic. But the truth was I had no idea what that kind of desire—that kind of draw—could do to a person. Not until now.
My entire body hummed from his proximity as his flesh beckoned to me in ways I’d never experienced before. His muscular-defined body was the epitome of a hunter. He smelled of fire and the clear winter’s night, intoxicating and addictive, and it scared the hell out of me. Infernal heat radiated from his flesh, burning into me from every direction.
I took in a jagged, shaky breath as he lowered his head until his lips grazed my ear, sending a streak of lust through me. His words flowed like velvet, but I could sense the lethal undertone. “I’m being much more generous with you than I have been with others. You would be wise to accept my hospitality without question or argument.” He lifted my chin and gently rubbed his knuckle across
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