hers. A sharp pang of need deafened me for a moment and lust rose rapidly. I lifted my head, searching her face for a sign of something . She stared up, lips parted and swollen. The flush spreading over her cheeks fascinated me. I couldn’t gain crap from her expression, but she wasn’t swinging on me.
She should be and I shouldn’t be doing this.
Fuck it.
Dipping my head, I captured her lips. Her sharp intake of breath reverberated through my skull. I deepened the kiss, slipping my tongue past those sweet lips, and damn. Serena tasted like chocolate and that freshness I’d come to recognize as sunlight. And who the hell knows what sunlight tasted like, but if it had any kind of tang, Serena had it.
Fuck. I was drowning in her taste and her warmth and I didn’t care. A whimper escaped her as she gripped at my arms, her fingers digging into my shirt , and my hand was now between the hollow of her breasts, each swell teasing my hands.
I wanted more.
My hands slipped to her rounded hips. Grasping them, I twisted and tugged her body under mine in one fluid movement that had her brown eyes wide and unfocused. The chocolate bar thumped to the floor.
Using one arm, I supported myself over her as I trailed my other hand back up the thin cotton shirt she wore. Her body jerked in such a delicious way when I stopped between her breasts again.
It was such a dangerous game I was playing, but damn did I love playing it.
“Open your legs,” I growled, more than pleased when her thighs parted.
I lowered myself, my erection pressed against her core, and when I moved against her in a slow, undulating grind, she gasped out my name. Oh, yeah. I liked it. And hearing that, well, the game was on. I claimed her mouth once again. Over and over, my lips moved with hers, and I was lost in her warmth as I grinded against her.
Her mouth opened, and it happened. The human side of me, which really only was the skin I wore, the pretense I existed in every day, gave way and my true nature roared to the forefront. There was no stopping it, even if I wanted to, and back in the farthest corners of my thoughts, where only darkness lived, I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
I inhaled.
Oh hell, the first taste, the first drop of her essence was a deep, firm stroke to the fire that burned inside me. It spread rapidly, lighting up every cell until my body flamed. I was always so cold, but not right now . Oh no. I was burning. I slid a hand down her side, around her thigh, hooking her leg around my hip , and I rocked into her. I was nothing but the taste of her, a husked shell soaking it in. That was what I really was, a living, breathing monster. I was a killer. I’d done it before, more times that I could even count and…
Before I could draw in another breath, I tore my mouth from hers and launched backward, hitting the arm of the couch. My senses were buzzing. The room was bright even though there was only the light from the kitchen. That tiny taste and I…
Serena .
Shit.
Pushing off the arm of the couch, I crawled over her still form and smoothed the sunlight - colored hair from her cheek. Her complexion was pale—too pale against the dark lashes fanning her cheeks. A faint bluish tint shaded her lips.
Yep, there was a second when I thought I might have killed her.
The deep rise and fall of her chest told me that she wasn’t dead, so I guessed that was a good thing. Oddly enough , though, my chest tightened as I hovered over her. She looked incredibly small and vulnerable lying there, completely subject to my will.
I placed my hand on her cheek, just above the bruise. “Serena?”
Nothing.
I’d knocked her out. Again.
“Aw, fuck.”
Chapter 9
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and a soft, warm breeze. At first, I didn’t remember where I was. Rolling onto my side, I willed my eyes open and for my fuzzy brain to work.
Bright sunlight spilled in through the open glass doors. Lacy, white curtains hung in the air, rolling
She should be and I shouldn’t be doing this.
Fuck it.
Dipping my head, I captured her lips. Her sharp intake of breath reverberated through my skull. I deepened the kiss, slipping my tongue past those sweet lips, and damn. Serena tasted like chocolate and that freshness I’d come to recognize as sunlight. And who the hell knows what sunlight tasted like, but if it had any kind of tang, Serena had it.
Fuck. I was drowning in her taste and her warmth and I didn’t care. A whimper escaped her as she gripped at my arms, her fingers digging into my shirt , and my hand was now between the hollow of her breasts, each swell teasing my hands.
I wanted more.
My hands slipped to her rounded hips. Grasping them, I twisted and tugged her body under mine in one fluid movement that had her brown eyes wide and unfocused. The chocolate bar thumped to the floor.
Using one arm, I supported myself over her as I trailed my other hand back up the thin cotton shirt she wore. Her body jerked in such a delicious way when I stopped between her breasts again.
It was such a dangerous game I was playing, but damn did I love playing it.
“Open your legs,” I growled, more than pleased when her thighs parted.
I lowered myself, my erection pressed against her core, and when I moved against her in a slow, undulating grind, she gasped out my name. Oh, yeah. I liked it. And hearing that, well, the game was on. I claimed her mouth once again. Over and over, my lips moved with hers, and I was lost in her warmth as I grinded against her.
Her mouth opened, and it happened. The human side of me, which really only was the skin I wore, the pretense I existed in every day, gave way and my true nature roared to the forefront. There was no stopping it, even if I wanted to, and back in the farthest corners of my thoughts, where only darkness lived, I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
I inhaled.
Oh hell, the first taste, the first drop of her essence was a deep, firm stroke to the fire that burned inside me. It spread rapidly, lighting up every cell until my body flamed. I was always so cold, but not right now . Oh no. I was burning. I slid a hand down her side, around her thigh, hooking her leg around my hip , and I rocked into her. I was nothing but the taste of her, a husked shell soaking it in. That was what I really was, a living, breathing monster. I was a killer. I’d done it before, more times that I could even count and…
Before I could draw in another breath, I tore my mouth from hers and launched backward, hitting the arm of the couch. My senses were buzzing. The room was bright even though there was only the light from the kitchen. That tiny taste and I…
Serena .
Shit.
Pushing off the arm of the couch, I crawled over her still form and smoothed the sunlight - colored hair from her cheek. Her complexion was pale—too pale against the dark lashes fanning her cheeks. A faint bluish tint shaded her lips.
Yep, there was a second when I thought I might have killed her.
The deep rise and fall of her chest told me that she wasn’t dead, so I guessed that was a good thing. Oddly enough , though, my chest tightened as I hovered over her. She looked incredibly small and vulnerable lying there, completely subject to my will.
I placed my hand on her cheek, just above the bruise. “Serena?”
Nothing.
I’d knocked her out. Again.
“Aw, fuck.”
Chapter 9
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and a soft, warm breeze. At first, I didn’t remember where I was. Rolling onto my side, I willed my eyes open and for my fuzzy brain to work.
Bright sunlight spilled in through the open glass doors. Lacy, white curtains hung in the air, rolling
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