Crimson Kiss (Onyx Assassins 5)

She let go of my head and wrapped both legs around me, her gown a puddle of fabric between us.

Every instinct demanded that I free my cock, shove her underwear to the side, and claim her as mine. She’s a virgin. The realization fought through the fog of hunger and lust, bringing me back toward sanity.

One hunger sated, I lifted my head from her throat and ran my tongue over the pinprick wounds. Her heartbeat was strong and fast—I hadn’t taken too much.

“Hawke,” she whimpered, rolling her hips against mine.

The heat of her enveloped my cock as she rocked again.

There wasn’t a choice made or even a thought given. One second, I was panting against her neck, fighting the urge to bite again, and the next my mouth was on hers like it was the most natural thing in the world. Lightning was natural, right?

Because that’s exactly how kissing Avianna felt—like lightning struck where our mouths melded. I raked my teeth across her lower lip and she gasped, her lips parting. I felt it, her shock, but it only lasted a second before her mouth collided with mine, her teeth returning the caress.

She was a fast learner.

I forsook the curve of her ass and speared my hand into her hair, uncaring that it would be a wreck when we were done. Then I tilted her head and licked my tongue into her mouth without preamble, swirling my tongue around hers, memorizing every line, every soft corner. The kiss was carnal, primal, and urgent. Her taste exploded on my tongue and my only thought was more. It wasn’t the kind of kiss she should have had for her first, but I wasn’t the kind of male fate should have handed her.

It took her very few heartbeats to catch on, and then her tongue darted past my lips, chasing mine, exploring my mouth as I’d just done with hers.

Her grip tightened in my hair.

My hand slid from her ass to the bare skin of her thigh. Her skin was fucking silk, her muscles tightening as I stroked up the satin line, my fingers grazing lace at the juncture of her hip and thigh. I was so close to her heat that I could feel how wet she was with that brief touch.

She wanted me.

There would be no pain for her, she was that ready.

All from a kiss.

She rolled her hips, and I slammed my hands onto the bookshelf, gripping the edge on either side of her. That was where my honor ended—with my hands. My tongue took every liberty, drawing out her moans and whimpers as I kissed the breath out of her.

If it was only this time, only this kiss, then by God it was going to be a good one.

Her thighs gripped my waist as she held on, giving back just as good as she was getting. I kissed her deep again, our groans the only sound in the room as the kiss went on and on, as if neither of us were willing to end it.

I felt her fangs lower, and a low growl rumbled through my chest.

I wanted her teeth in me as I fucked her, filling her with everything I had to give, sating her every need with my body. I wanted my blood in her veins, my scent on her skin to warn off any other male who looked her way.

I wanted to claim her in the same way she’d already claimed me. From the second I’d seen her, I’d been hers. I’d fought it, hidden it, and ignored it, but that was the truth.

There was a cracking sound to my right, as if wood was giving way.

My tongue flicked over her fang and a tiny cut opened, a drop of my blood falling to her tongue as we kissed. Her moan was nearly my undoing.

The cracking was louder on my left, and I realized what I’d done a second before scrolls toppled from the case above us.

I spun, pushing her against the opposite bookcase as the one behind us crashed to the ground. I blocked her body from harm and kept kissing her. The end of the world could come knocking at the door and I wouldn’t have cared.

I had Avianna in my hands.

Her fingers slid down my neck, her touch the sweetest flick of flame against my skin, and she tugged my shirt up between us. She traced the lines of my abs from my ribs to where her thighs clamped around my waist.

Fuck, I wanted those hands everywhere. She would look so beautiful tied up for me, writhing with pleasure under me as I doled it out with maddening slowness.

“Hawke,” she whimpered against my lips. “I want more.” She flattened her palm against my stomach and pushed it between our bodies.

If she so much as grazed my cock, it was all over for her. I’d be on her—in her—before she could think this through. Before she could come to her senses and realize I wasn’t half as good as what she deserved.