Poison's Kiss (Deadly Beauties 2)

I gasp when his lips touch my neck, a small kiss following, as if he's sampling the spot he wants to taste. My hands move to tangle in his hair and he pulls my center closer.

My thin shorts prove to be a major problem when I feel his erection beneath me. He's turned on, just like they all get before they sink their fangs in. His tongue slides over the skin that has never been punctured, and then I feel the burning heat of ecstasy as the pain mingles with pleasure.

His fangs go deep, making the rush of heat spread throughout me, gathering low and forcing me to throb for his touch. He moans against me as he takes my energy to restore his own.

Air stirs around us when he lifts me, keeping my legs around his waist, and my back finds the wall. A grunt falls from my lips when he pushes me into it with too much force, but it only feeds my ravenous need for him all the more.

This is torture. I want to feel him inside me so badly it physically aches. He drinks me in, his hands gripping me tighter, and then suddenly he pulls back, lowering me to my feet as he crosses the room to distance himself from me.

I reach up to touch my neck, but I'm surprised to find the wound has already closed.

"How did you-"

"We can all do it. Most of my kind elects to leave their victims bleeding though."

His answer is swift and matter-of-fact as he pushes his hands against the wall, feeling my power running through his veins. My whole body is on the verge of convulsing right now. The stinging desire to touch him has turned into a roaring disaster.

"You were right about your blood. Just a little does a lot."

"Like you've never tasted witch's blood before." I was trying to scoff, but my voice cut out.

Right now, all I can focus on are the intense series of stabs attacking me in waves. I double over when it becomes unbearably painful.

"It's going to be too much, Alyssa," he says casually while walking toward me.

Crying out, I drop to my hands and knees. I almost want to claw my skin off right now. The throbbing grows, making the sound around me muffled by my own pulse. I heave for air, but it's almost evading my grasp.

Then I taste divinity in the mouth of my enemy as Kane picks me up and slams me into the wall once more while devouring me in a way I never thought he would again. With one hand he holds me, while the other strips off my shorts.

I kiss him back for so many reasons. It's like his mouth is the only place I can find air right now.

I gasp as I feel his body surging into mine, filling me in a way I've craved for too long. It's as though someone has just zapped me with life.

His deep thrusts force me to cry out, but not because I'm in pain. This is the best I've felt in so long. His tongue slides down my neck, and before I know it, the heat of his bite finds my flesh again.

It only adds to the entangled passion so darkly encompassing us. He lifts his mouth to mine, and the taste of my own blood mingling with his delicious breath becomes intoxicating. He tastes so incredible.

He slams into me with more force than he's ever used, and his glowing blue eyes only add to the dangerous arousal. He grips me tighter, and my head falls back against the wall as I let him own me, free me from the pain, and fill me with ecstasy.

The wall slides against my back, but my shirt keeps me protected as he thoroughly sates my pent-up frustrations. I cling to him, pulling him closer as his dark hair gets tugged harder by my greedy hands.

His name falls through my lips over and over in a whispered, almost crying prayer as he brings me closer to that release that has evaded me. Feeling so connected with him feels so wrong and so right in a confusing stew of emotions.

He kisses me again, an explosively powerful kiss as he steals my breath. It almost feels as though he's been struggling with this for as long as I have, but I know it's not so. I did him a favor by offering my blood, and now he's saving me from the pain by offering me pleasure. Gloriously surreal pleasure.

Tingles shoot to my toes as I drink him in, reveling in the forbidden touch. I stiffen, and his name comes out in a cry as I'm pushed over the edge, screaming out before I realize it.

He stills himself inside me at the deepest point, claiming me his prize once again, and then he breathlessly kisses me so softly, making me forget how much he hates my very existence.

I want to tell him I love him, cry out the tears of proof, but I refrain as I enjoy what's left of the moment.

He just stands there, holding me, kissing me, deceiving me with this false second of bliss. I let him. I've needed this, and it feels so good to have my hunger sated... for now. I think it'll only make this connection between us all the worse, but I'm too scared to think about it right now.

"Did I hurt you?" he almost whispers against my lips, the concern in his tone sounding deceptively genuine.

The irony is almost laughable. A night stalker asking if he's hurt a witch. It's too absurd to dwell on though.

"Not in any way I didn't love the pain." I hadn't meant for that to come out so blatantly crude.