Taken by The Hunger: A Blood Thirst Novel (Book 1) Paranormal Romance/ Erotica/ Urban Fantasy by Harnet Spade
Authors: Harnet Spade
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just as much cold determination in my eyes and raised my hand again to slap him, but he quickly removed his hand from my breast and snatched my wrist pulling it high over my head.
“Is that all the bite you have left,” he taunted me as he pushed his body harder against mine.
I was stretched and nearly started crying and screaming, but nooo… I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction, so I spit in his face and raised my free hand to scratch out his eyes. He caught that hand while his hips pressed against my soft open body holding me in place. He licked his lips, brought his face down close to mine, inhaled, and said, “Your scent mixed with rain drove me wild with need while I was held up in that van, I imagined us like this surrounded by this wuthering wilderness. I saw myself driving hard into you making you want me all the more. Making you beg for more. It nearly drove me mad with desire for you, but your taste Emma… that supersedes all. I won’t ever have enough. I’m so hungry for you right now, all I can think about is driving myself deep into your tightness over and over again and then making you come while you scream my name.”
He took deep breaths as he lowered his face to my neck and continued speaking, “But you have to stop pushing me… I’m really trying not to let the beast takeover. I want you so… so bad.” I felt his tongue snake out on my neck making goose bumps travel all over my body as my head fell sideways then back giving him better access. His tongue had the power to soothe me.
Chapter 12: He Who Trades his Heart is Gambling Away his Soul
I realized I wanted so bad what he said he meant to do to me. His hips dug into my core raising me while he united both of my wrists in one of his hands placing them over our heads. I tried breathing, but it was becoming too much because he was large and hard, and a desire I couldn’t control began to take over me. I had limited experience with men. Darius had been the only one I’d wanted this bad before. My body moved reaching and responding to him. I could seek with this beast the relief I could never have with Darius.
My nipples became unbearably hard beads as he continued to rub himself against me. The friction he created was sweet torture, and I was lost openly moaning for him now. His sweat smelled of woods, spice, and pine or was that his soap? God, it was messing with my head. All I could do was smell and feel him all over me.
With my hands caged above my head, I was looking up at the rain and slowly shaking my head no; trying to find answers I knew I wouldn’t get… he meant to have me, I thought. And could I stop him, did I now want to stop him?
I realized now that was what Kimmy had been warning me against. I had seen such uncontrolled hunger in every contour of his face that I knew my death was never an option for him. I renewed my struggles as he wound and thrust his hips against me spreading me more- digging into my depth while his other arm had wrapped around my waist and now his open palm covered my rear pushing me closer against him. We were both wet with rain and sweat, his breathing was labored when his face sought mine, and I saw there were tiny beads of perspiration on his upper lip and forehead.
I realized then that he was trying not to lose control, but I had pushed him too far and his need was too great.
The feeling was becoming contagious because we were both seeking the rush and climax our need produced as his thrusting hips had me gasping, wanting. The rain that fell on us felt as if it were boiling my skin, and I felt all of him through the only material of clothing he was wearing, his wet drawstring pants. As I struggled and pushed against him trying to maintain a fight I was so quickly loosing, I saw his eyes had become dark pools- his pupil overriding the luminosity I had seen before. The need to struggle became more ardent, so I pushed my breasts and hips harder against him and my mouth
“Is that all the bite you have left,” he taunted me as he pushed his body harder against mine.
I was stretched and nearly started crying and screaming, but nooo… I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction, so I spit in his face and raised my free hand to scratch out his eyes. He caught that hand while his hips pressed against my soft open body holding me in place. He licked his lips, brought his face down close to mine, inhaled, and said, “Your scent mixed with rain drove me wild with need while I was held up in that van, I imagined us like this surrounded by this wuthering wilderness. I saw myself driving hard into you making you want me all the more. Making you beg for more. It nearly drove me mad with desire for you, but your taste Emma… that supersedes all. I won’t ever have enough. I’m so hungry for you right now, all I can think about is driving myself deep into your tightness over and over again and then making you come while you scream my name.”
He took deep breaths as he lowered his face to my neck and continued speaking, “But you have to stop pushing me… I’m really trying not to let the beast takeover. I want you so… so bad.” I felt his tongue snake out on my neck making goose bumps travel all over my body as my head fell sideways then back giving him better access. His tongue had the power to soothe me.
Chapter 12: He Who Trades his Heart is Gambling Away his Soul
I realized I wanted so bad what he said he meant to do to me. His hips dug into my core raising me while he united both of my wrists in one of his hands placing them over our heads. I tried breathing, but it was becoming too much because he was large and hard, and a desire I couldn’t control began to take over me. I had limited experience with men. Darius had been the only one I’d wanted this bad before. My body moved reaching and responding to him. I could seek with this beast the relief I could never have with Darius.
My nipples became unbearably hard beads as he continued to rub himself against me. The friction he created was sweet torture, and I was lost openly moaning for him now. His sweat smelled of woods, spice, and pine or was that his soap? God, it was messing with my head. All I could do was smell and feel him all over me.
With my hands caged above my head, I was looking up at the rain and slowly shaking my head no; trying to find answers I knew I wouldn’t get… he meant to have me, I thought. And could I stop him, did I now want to stop him?
I realized now that was what Kimmy had been warning me against. I had seen such uncontrolled hunger in every contour of his face that I knew my death was never an option for him. I renewed my struggles as he wound and thrust his hips against me spreading me more- digging into my depth while his other arm had wrapped around my waist and now his open palm covered my rear pushing me closer against him. We were both wet with rain and sweat, his breathing was labored when his face sought mine, and I saw there were tiny beads of perspiration on his upper lip and forehead.
I realized then that he was trying not to lose control, but I had pushed him too far and his need was too great.
The feeling was becoming contagious because we were both seeking the rush and climax our need produced as his thrusting hips had me gasping, wanting. The rain that fell on us felt as if it were boiling my skin, and I felt all of him through the only material of clothing he was wearing, his wet drawstring pants. As I struggled and pushed against him trying to maintain a fight I was so quickly loosing, I saw his eyes had become dark pools- his pupil overriding the luminosity I had seen before. The need to struggle became more ardent, so I pushed my breasts and hips harder against him and my mouth
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