Dark Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 1)

The hungry kiss resumes just before the sound of my panties being ripped resonates in my ears. My legs tighten around his waist just before I hear the jingling of his belt. The candles in the room flame up, shedding a glow against us, but I’m too wrapped up in Gage to notice anything beyond him.

Without any warning, he thrusts in hard, keeping me pinned against the wall, and my breath catches in my throat as he fills me. His guttural groan vibrates against me as he remains still, his lips paused against mine as he keeps me impaled.

“Of course you feel like nirvana,” he says against my lips, and I can’t help but smile. “This isn’t going to last nearly long enough.”

I hold on as soon as he pulls back, thrusting in harder this time. I cling to his shoulders as his body owns mine. He doesn’t hold back. He gives me everything with each harsh rock of his hips, and I cling to him because I have no idea what happens when this is over.

In a blur, I go from against the wall to on the bed, and his body covers mine, never separating our contact. He pulls my hips at an angle that gives him more depth, and my eyes roll back in my head from the overwhelming stimulation that induces.

His name comes out in a praising tone when I start to feel the building deep inside my stomach, unfurling into something carnal and explosive. My nails slide down his skin as he pushes my dress farther up on my waist.

His grip becomes almost painful as his brutal rhythm ensues, and I cry out as fireworks detonate behind my eyelids. My whole body shakes as ecstasy rocks through me, tingling every fiber in my body.

Then Gage grunts and stills deep inside me, panting for air as he drops to my body. I find myself smiling in the crook of his neck as he cradles me to him.

“Should we go see what the annoying incubus wants now?” he mumbles into my hair.

I tighten my legs around him while shaking my head. “Probably, but I really don’t want to walk out of here. It’ll give you time to freak out and ignore me again.”

He groans while pulling out of me, and I wince when I lose the intimate contact. Hell, he never even got to fully undress.

“I won’t be ignoring you anymore, Kimber. Now you should be worried about me getting addicted.”

If him being addicted leads to more times like these, I can certainly get behind that notion.

“At least I won’t be the only one with obsessive tendencies,” I quip, smiling when he leans dow

n to kiss me softly.

“This can be messy,” he says on a sigh. “Kane isn’t overly fond of me. Drackus will want to roast my balls.”

That has me laughing while rolling my eyes. “Kane only gets crazy over Ella. I was only Kane’s daughter briefly. Drackus… I know how to handle him. Don’t worry.”

He gives me an are-you-fucking-kidding-me look.

Okay, so maybe I downplayed how Kane’s reaction will be, but I don’t want to freak Gage out like all the rest of them.

“Are you scared of my father?” I ask sweetly, batting my lashes for effect.

“I’m not scared of him. I just dread dealing with him when he goes all dark Drackus and needs to be contained until he cools down.”

Sighing, I shake my head. I really don’t want to talk about my father right now. Total mood killer.

“So you’re really not going to freak out and ignore me once you realize it was actually me in that bed with you?”

“I know who I just slept with,” he says, his brow pinched in confusion. “But like I said, I try to stay clear of girls like you. Girls that I can easily fall for. But there’s no turning back now. I just hope your first love doesn’t decide to come out of the woodwork anytime soon, because I’m not ready to give you up just yet.”

He’s deflecting. Or he’s using humor to lighten the truth. Either way, it only has me all the more fascinated by him. He’s nothing like I expected him to be. I watch him as he redresses, putting his clothes on without using magic.

“I’ve never been in love, so I don’t foresee that being an issue.”

His head pops up, and he studies me for a minute. “Good,” is his simple response, and he returns his attention back on redressing. Sighing, I lean over and pick up the scraps of lace.

“Sorry,” he says, laughing when I hold up my tattered underwear.

I cock an eyebrow at him. “A little help? This dress is too short to be walking around without underwear.”

He laughs lightly, but winks at me, and the shards of lace become whole again. As I shimmy back into them, Gage is suddenly in front of me, tilting my head back and kissing me deeply, letting the bar of his tongue play in my mouth.