Blood's Fury (Deadly Beauties 1)

I feel his smile against my neck as he starts lowering himself against me, his lips still owning me as my pliant body folds to his will. My hips start to rock against his, giving me a chance to feel his erection digging into the front of my pants that he decides to pull off of me in one swift motion.

"Damn. I can't believe I forgot how fucking perfect you are," he breathes in exaltation.

"I think you should look in the mirror," I giggle out. "Your scale for perfection should be much higher if you get to look at this everyday."

I rip his shirt off, and then his body slides against mine, his lips pulling me in closer as my hips rise to meet his.

"Kane," I mumble against his lips, "this is probably not a good idea. You shouldn't be around me. My life is… complicated, and I-"

"Forget it. You're mine," he interrupts, and then his lips crush mine, silencing me for good, except for the moans rising from my throat.

"Completely yours," I utter involuntarily, scaring the hell out of myself, and suddenly he backs away.

Crap. I just scared the hell out of him, too.

"Sorry," I murmur with embarrassment. "I got carried away."

I keep my eyes low, refusing to look at him. Before I know it, he slams my body back against the bed, his weight crushing against me as his carnal desire becomes almost overwhelming.

I gasp as he surges in, not even knowing when or how his pants came off as I fully offer myself to him. His tongue dances and plays with mine, as his rough, fervent need calls to the beast within me I didn't know existed.

His body moves vigorously between my legs as his breaths become rasp, desperate, and fully engulfed in our heat. My body flames in a way I can't even explain, my insides burning as his body claims mine.

The sounds exuding from both of us only intensify the already hellacious, exquisite pace, and then his delicious mouth finds mine again, drawing out my few, harsh breaths as a tear springs free from my eye, and my body goes stiff - my toes curling, my fingers gripping, and my eyes rolling back in my head.

Then I'm limp in his arms as he thrusts in one last time and holds himself at the deepest point, finding his release. He pulls me to him as he falls to the bed, and I nestle against him as he kisses my cheek, making me feel so warm, wanted, and… perfect.

"Say it again," he murmurs softly, pulling me closer as he does.

"Say what?" I muse while running my lips over his collarbone as my leg slides around his waist.

"Say you're mine."

My heart flutters, and I get a little sick. I wish it wasn't true, but I really am his - his to do with as he pleases despite all the heartbreak I'll be forced to endure when my immortality comes.

“I'm yours," I utter, and his lips fall on mine very possessively as he breathes me in.

Kane makes my bed look so damn good, and I feel somewhat like a creepy, lurking stalker just standing here, watching him while sipping my coffee. His glorious, bare body is only slightly hidden by the sheet as he rests on his back.

His smooth, even breaths are almost hypnotic, and those mouthwatering hip lines peeking out from under the sheet are drool-worthy.

His eyes flutter open, and he smirks when he catches my obvious gawking.

"Taking in the view?" he teases while pulling his arms behind his head, giving my eyes an even tastier treat.

I smile behind my coffee, careful not to giggle, and then I nod.

"It's not everyday my bed looks this good."

He lets a laugh free while shaking his head, and he stands up, his body sleek and perfect under the glow of the sun peeking through the window behind him.

"I wasn't kidding about not letting you out of my sight," he murmurs while coming to wrap his arms around my waist, pressing his bare perfection against me.

"I figured as much," I mutter with a goofy, ridiculous grin.

"I'm going to take a shower. You coming?" he says, a salacious grin spreading over his face.

"I would, but I just had one." I motion to my damp hair.