Crimson Truth (Onyx Assassins 4)

More. That’s what I wanted, for this moment to last for the rest of my life.

Kissing her was a shot of adrenaline and lust all fueled into one giant wave of need that crashed into me, elongating my fangs and turning my dick to steel. There was nothing before or after this moment, just Jocelyn in my arms, kissing me back like I was the air she was desperate to breathe.

And we were both fucked if we were caught out here.

“Hold on,” I ordered, taking a firmer grip on her ass.

She groaned and drew me back to her kiss as I split apart the night, icy wind nipping at my skin as I wended us straight into her room and flicked the lock closed with a single thought.

“This is a bad idea,” I said against her mouth even as I carried her to her bed.

My bed. My instincts rebelled, demanding I move one room over. But here, I was in control. I could leave...if I had the willpower.

“Your point is?” she asked between kisses as I lowered her to the covers.

“Jocelyn.” Her name was a plea, a warning, and everything in between.

She kicked off her heels and started on my tie.

Every muscle in my body locked. If we crossed that line, there was no going back. Bite. Touch. Taste. Claim.

Yeah, none of that was happening.

“What?” Jocelyn paused, my tie a satin rope in her hand. “Are you telling me you don’t want this?” Vulnerability flashed in those gorgeous eyes, and my instincts overpowered my common sense.

“I want you more than I fear the repercussions.” The honesty of that statement shook my foundation. The repercussions were death, and we both knew it.

She arched up and kissed me, and every logical thought ceased to exist. Her mouth was satin, her tongue the sweetest silk, and my body caught fire as I lowered it to hers. Damn, she fit perfectly, her hips cradling mine like they’d been made to do so.

She dragged her tongue over my fangs, and I hissed.

“That’s dangerous, princess,” I whispered, squeezing a handful of her perfectly round ass.

“Do you bite when you have sex? Or just for feeding?”

I ran my fangs down the column of her throat and my dick throbbed, my body begging to sink inside her in every way possible. “For feeding. For pleasure.”

Her hand tightened in my hair as I licked my way down her neckline, kissing every inch of exposed skin the way I’d wanted to in that restaurant.

“Just the males?” she asked with a gasp as I snapped one strap of her dress, then the other.

“Females, too.” I peeled away the fabric, and groaned at the sight of her breasts. They were heavy, just over a handful, and tipped with beautiful pink nipples. “It makes the orgasm even more intense.”

Then I quit talking and started worshipping her with my mouth and tongue, sucking and teasing the tips of her breasts until her hips rocked beneath me, seeking out the friction she needed. I made quick work of the rest of her dress, barely pausing to take in just how fucking beautiful she was. There wasn’t an imperfect inch of her.

Bite. Touch. Taste. Claim.

“Fuck, I need to touch you, Jocelyn.” My hands squeezed her thighs as she rolled her hips against mine, her mouth working down my neck with kisses that sent fire licking through my veins.

“Then touch me,” she took my hand and guided it between her thighs.

I groaned at the feel of her heat over her silk thong, and with a quick snap, those straps were demolished, too. Then my fingers were there, sliding through her core. She was slick, hot, and so fucking wet.

Her moans filled my ear as I worked her clit with my fingers, teasing and touching only to slide away when her thighs tensed around me.

“You’re not naked,” she complained, fighting with the buttons on my shirt.

“And I’m not going to be,” I vowed more to myself than to her. “I don’t need to be naked to get you there, my little witch.” I slid one finger inside her, then two. “Goddamn, Jocelyn, you feel so fucking good.”

She whimpered in answer, her pussy clenching my fingers as she rocked up for each movement, riding my hand. This woman wasn’t the kind to lay back and take what she was given. She knew exactly how to take what she wanted, and for reasons I couldn’t fathom—she wanted me.

And for the first time in my life, I didn’t give a fuck about the consequences. They could send me to the dawn, but first, I’d see her face as she climaxed. I’d hear her moans and cries. If nothing else, I would have this moment.

“Benedict,” she moaned, her fingernails biting into my forearm and the back of my neck. “Oh Goddess.”

“You have no idea how badly I want to sink my head between these pretty little thighs and lick you until you come,” I whispered, my fangs aching. “I want the taste of you sliding down my throat.”