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She smelled positively beautiful. Like a rich flower. Night-blooming roses, maybe. He dragged more air into his lungs and closed his eyes as his body reacted, his blood stirring.
After he’d laid her out on her bed, he’d meant to leave right away, but he hadn’t been able to. He’d stood over her, measuring the blurry contrast between her black hair and her white pillowcase, breathing in her scent.
Half-human or not, Darius’s daughter was never going to walk the night unprotected again. And she wasn’t going to go through her transition alone. God help her.
There was, after all, nothing to be taken from someone who was already gone.
Oh, man, he was colossal.
If the it he was referring to had anything to do with their getting naked, she was totally on board with the plan. My God, this had to be what people talked about when they waxed poetic about sex.
God, everything about him radiated sex, from the strength in his body to the way he moved to the smell of his skin. He was like no man she’d ever come across before. And her body knew it just as clearly as her mind did.
God, he would have been sent to his knees if he hadn’t already been sitting down.
After all, screams could carry.
His mouth came down on hers, but he wasn’t looking for anything. The kiss was not a demand. It was closer to a thank-you.
As he pulled black leather up his thighs, she caught a terrific shot of his ass.
She reached up to him, but took her hand back. She didn’t want to seem needy. “No, touch me,” he said, bending his body down, giving her all the access she could ask for.
Unprotected sex with a total stranger was one hell of a wake-up call.
Men just weren’t that high on her list of priorities. They ranked somewhere down around getting her teeth cleaned and having her car serviced. And she didn’t have a car anymore.
Damn, one good lay and she thought they had a thing going? She needed to get real.
Loser had been in the car for less than twenty minutes, and Mr. X was ready to see the last of him. The guy was like lint in food: an irritation that made you want to spit.
Chemistry is everything, he thought.
That female was dangerous to him. If she could affect him like this without even being in the damn room, she might just be his pyrocant.
The express-lane EZ Pass to his self-destruction.
She’s mine.
Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistible urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.
“You should have gone along on your way and let her come to me.”
The guy’s done this before, Butch thought. And he’s very comfortable with murder. God, Beth. What the hell would a man like this do to Beth?
Her desire was a sweet saturation in his nostrils before the scent was quickly cut off.
She hated that Wrath had dangled the one carrot she couldn’t resist in front of her. That he was obviously a criminal. That he terrified her, but she still got hot thinking about how he’d kissed her.
“Now, we can be civilized and wait until we get home. Or we can get down to it right here. Either way, I’m dying to come inside of you again, and you’re not going to say no.”
“You don’t know this yet,” he said grimly. “But you are mine.” For a split second, she swayed toward him.
She felt marked, and the crazy thing was, she didn’t really mind. Because she wanted him, too.
I’m running around in the dark with the likes of you.
Even though the gore was distracting, she couldn’t help but notice his dazzling face and body.
She glanced over her shoulder. He was focused on her, paying no attention to the painting.
His knees fell out to the sides, his thighs spreading. He looked damn comfortable as he pushed his long black hair back. Sexy as hell.
If only there were something he could fight for her. Yeah, well, there was nothing at the moment. Nothing. The truth wasn’t a target he could eliminate. And it wasn’t her enemy, even though it hurt her. It just…was.
“Not me. Will I hurt you?” Wrath swallowed his surprise. No one worried about him. Vampires and humans alike feared him. His race worshiped him. But none were ever concerned for him. He didn’t know how to handle the sentiment.
He couldn’t believe he was taking a vow to protect himself. At her request.
If anything, I’d be using you.” She looked down. “God that sounds awful.” The hell it did. He was more than willing to be used like that by her.
She didn’t really know the lay of the landscape. Or who else he was laying, as it were.
But sex wasn’t everything. He wanted to treat her with respect, not just throw her on her back. He wanted to slow down. Eat with her. Talk with her. Hell, he wanted to give her what females liked: a little TLC.
Perfect date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage.
Humans are threatened by anything different, and their response is to fight. They’re bullies, picking on the weak, cowering from the strong.”
He could barely speak. “You still want…me?” Confusion spiked her brows. “Why wouldn’t I?”
With each one of her thrusts, she got farther inside of him, into his skin and his brain. Into his heart. She was possessing him, taking him. Leaving her mark on him.
“Your language is beautiful,” she said. “There are no words worthy of you.”
It was odd, feeling that way about someone so much more physically powerful than herself.
“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” she said. He chuckled. “Warriors are not beautiful.” “You are. To me. You are utterly beautiful.”
“I don’t want you to go.” Wrath was right next to her, his voice making her jump. “I have a life. I need to get back to it.” “Your life is here.” “No, it isn’t.”
“No one has ever spoken to me as you just did.” Shit.
He might as well admit it. He was probably falling in love.
“Damn it, don’t you die!” Candles flared in the room. “I love you, damn you! Goddamn you, don’t you let go!”
The wet sound of her sucking, the knowledge he was giving her life, gave him a monstrous hard-on.
