My Decadent Demon (My Demon Trilogy, Book 1) by Nikita Jakz, Alicia Dawn Page B

soft and warm? Unyielding and hot?
    Her thighs pressed tight as her back absently arched. “I do not know why,” she moaned, “but I do want your kiss. May God have mercy on my soul, but I do. Kiss me, Cole. Please, just kiss me.” Her eyes slid shut as she lifted her lips to his.
    She could practically feel him smiling when he touched his mouth to hers. Palpable male satisfaction; smug and utterly sexy. A growl rumbled up his throat as his tongue slid along her lips, waiting patiently for them to part. When they did just enough for a sigh to slip free, he leisurely slid inside.
    His knuckles brushed the summit of her thighs and a fresh gasp filled her lungs, searing her with need. But before she could regain her bearings, Cole angled his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue rubbing boldly against hers.
    She purred unabashedly as he mastered her mouth, his lips and fingers moving as though they knew her intrinsically; the way she loved to be kissed and yearned to be touched. Her body began to heat, like a heavenly inferno, flickering in timid light.
    She anxiously turned into him, her hands tugging at their restraints. She suddenly wanted to wrap them around his neck. Her leg slid over his. And then she froze, eyes snapping open as a vivid memory slammed into her mind. Of her… kissing him… just like this. He’d even had her bound in an identical way. And brilliant dawn of day, she’d been happy about it!
    Sera ripped her mouth from his, squeaking in alarm, “Cole! I just- we were- I was-” Her brows pinched hard as she tried to understand. “I think I saw something.”
    Smoldering eyes gazed down at her. “Those would be stars, Sera,” he grinned smugly, “‘cause I'm just that good.”  Before she could respond, he recaptured her lips, the full meaning of his words sinking in shortly thereafter. Sera couldn’t hold back her laugh. Such a confident, self-appreciative male. For some reason, she found that trait absolutely appealing.
    She moaned as his tongue slid against hers once more. Sweet Heavens set aflame. Her mind began rationalizing of its own volition. Surely she would be gone soon, having easily escaped his captivity. So perhaps, in this one moment, she might enjoy herself. And him.
    So she resolved to let herself play.
    A short moment later, however, another vision skittered through her thoughts; Cole, affectionately feeding her as they lay naked atop a tangle of sheets. He was younger, his eyes brighter…
    Jerking from their kiss, her heart hammered in panic. He was planting images in her mind! It was the only explanation, because the alternative could only mean... No. Her kindred would never take her memories from her.
    She glared at him as she fought for breath. “Stop putting thoughts inside my head. It is cruel… and inexcusably rude.”
    “I'm not doing any such thing,” Cole frowned. “I can’t create false visions. It’d be nice trick to know, but I can’t.” He held her eyes unwaveringly. “Those are your memories you’re seeing.”
    She cast him a dubious look. “I do not believe you.”
    He sighed and flopped back down. With an arm draped over his eyes, she watched as he drew in a slow deep breath. Like he was trying to tame his libido. Of its own volition, her gaze slid down to his groin, her lips parting at the sight. He must have been able to feel her stare because his free hand promptly covered his bulge.
    “Just get some rest, Sera,” he muttered. “Maybe the Memory Fairy will visit you while you sleep and everything will be right in the morning.”
    She frowned, saying nothing. And still she watched him. He was beyond beautiful. Everything about him called to her, drew her in. But why? And how, when her mind did not remember him, did it feel as though her body did? She frowned deeper. Cole was a stranger. An abductor. Her brows pinched. But he was also tolerant and tender. She shifted slightly, uncomfortable in her musings. She could not allow herself to become