Poison's Kiss (Deadly Beauties 2)

I slide in bed beside him, still expecting him to wake before I start my seductive dance, but he stays still, his breaths remaining even.

Before I chicken out, I slip my leg over his waist and push my lips to his, startling him awake. He pulls back, shocked and flabbergasted, but the second he realizes it's me, his lips envelope mine in a crushing, needy force.

He flips me to my back as he slides on top of me, letting his hand roam freely up the split of my gown and finding I skipped out on the underwear.

"Oh damn," he murmurs against my lips. "Hold on."

He throws my legs around his waist and we start rolling off the bed in a swift motion. I want to squeal, but suddenly we're vaporizing and slipping through the planes of life and death. Everything around me blurs and becomes laid out in grayscale.

I giggle lightly when we land on something soft yet prickly, only to learn we've just landed on top of the loft inside the stable. The hay under us only makes me roll my eyes.

First, Drackus plays fairy godmother; then I get a wicked stepmother; and now I'm taking a roll in the hay. Sheesh. A night of clichés.

"What?" he asks while smiling against my lips before trailing his lips down my neck.

"Nothing. Why are we in the loft? Didn't want to get your bed dirty?"

He laughs as I frown a little, and then below me the straw bed turns into an actual bed - a soft, luscious bed. I bite back a grin as I see the scandalous blue eyes staring back at me.

"We always get interrupted. I sure as hell don't want Drackus to be the one interrupting us, and this is the most private place on the estate."

Before I can further spoil the mood, his lips crush mine with a bruising force as he slides my gown up farther. The heated passion in his breath banishes all my foreign thoughts, forcing me to only focus on the moment at hand - the delicious moment at hand.

My hands tangle in his hair as his pants slip free, leaving him bare between my legs. I almost gasp when he doesn't take the chance of anything going wrong and surges in, burying himself deep inside me with his glorious firmness and ending this tormenting game of built up frustration.

"Fuck," he breathes out almost breathlessly. "That's even better than I thought it would be."

I moan involuntarily as he starts his intoxicating rhythm, his magic rattling over the surface of my body as it seeps free from his clutches and electrifies our bodies in the most surreal, erotic way.

His lips claim mine again as he grips my hips to angle them, making his strokes deeper and more intense. His tongue explores my mouth, giving me time to play with his latest piercing, and I almost get lost in his explosively amazing touch.

He slides my gown up more, pushing it to be just below my breasts as he slips his thumb over the most sensitive spot on my body. I'm forced to arch my body as the sensations flood me without mercy and he only goes deeper, making my mouth fall unhinged as my panted breaths creep out.

His lips stroll up my neck as the sounds of the forest pick up to mask our carnal melodies. Each low, sexy grunt in the back of his throat churns my insides, making me feel the all the hotter.

Something inside me shatters; a freeing release as the bond is broken, and suddenly the ecstasy I'm already feeling takes on a whole new life.

I push him over, forcing him to his back as I take over. My gown falls and puddles around our colliding centers as he guides my hips, still controlling the rhythm. My head falls back in unbridled ecstasy as he starts jerking me to him faster, rushing my moment of release.

I'm suddenly crying out, his name rushing through my lips like a thankful prayer, and then I feel him stiffening as he finds his release, holding me still as he relishes every second of it.

At last, I finally get to collapse to his chest, and he pulls me close, kissing my head over and over with his exquisitely soft lips as his breathlessness rings out.

"It's about damn time," he says, exhausted, making me laugh.

I feel so... free. I taste the misery of heartbreak still, but it doesn't own me the way it did. I had hoped it would take away all my feelings for Kane, but no such luck followed my divine entanglement.

"Yeah," I hum out, sounding like a

starry-eyed, drunken fool.

"You didn't get dizzy when I vaporized you that time. You're getting closer to immortality."

I stretch out, basking in the glorious feel of the untainted air around me. "Yeah," I giggle out, though there's no reason for humor.

"It worked, didn't it?" he asks, his smile uncontainable as it becomes the light in the dark loft.

"Yeah."