Page 32 of Angel Of Darkness

“You never went home with any of the men.” Not while he’d been watching. “You flirted. You drank. Wore skirts a bit shorter than the ones you used to wear at St. Mary’s.”

A shiver skated down her body. The shiver trembled over him like a silken touch.

“You weren’t any different from a hundred other women in the city. Work, job, friends.” No different. No different from the thousands of other charges he’d taken, but when he’d looked into her eyes...

He’d lost everything.

Rage hit him. A hard fire that burned with the lust. Keenan lunged up, spun them, and pushed her onto the ground.

“I’m not a human you can jerk around,” he told her, bringing his face in close to hers. “Your strength isn’t going to work on me. Your bite isn’t going to make me weak.” Right then, he was the one wanting to take a bite. And why couldn’t he? Why couldn’t he take what he wanted from her?

He’d burned for her.

“That’s bullshit!” She tried to shove him away. “A vamp can drain a demon. A vamp can kill?—”

He stared into her eyes. No, she wasn’t the same woman she’d been. In her stare, he now saw the secrets, the pain, and the fury. A fury that matched his own because he wasn’t the same, either. “Sweet, I don’t remember saying I was a demon. Just that the bastard had seen through my glamour.”

Her lips parted.

And he took.

His mouth crashed onto hers in a deep, hard kiss. This need, this consuming hunger—it was what had led the humans into temptation.

Sin.

Oh, yes, he wanted to sin with her.

She didn’t wrench her head away from him. Didn’t bite him with those too-sharp teeth.

But she didn’t kiss him back.

He wanted her to kiss him back.

“Nicole.” His hold gentled on her wrists. Her nipples were tight. Her hips pressed up against him. Keenan knew the signs of a woman’s arousal but he didn’t know how to get her to give in to her need.

His hands freed hers. He kept his lips on hers and managed to soften the kiss. His tongue swept inside her mouth. Yes. That rich taste that was pure Nicole tormented him. He wanted more. Wanted everything.

And her hands were on him now. In his hair. Not pushing away. Pulling closer.

Her tongue met his. She gave a little moan in her throat. A hungry, hot sound that had all the blood in his body rushing right to his erection.

Lust.

Men had killed for this. Died.

He could understand. Finally.

His hands pushed between their bodies and found the snap of her jeans. Touch.

He had to know what she felt like. Had to see if she was wet. Hot. Would she taste as sweet down there?

Her zipper hissed as he pulled it low. His fingers pushed inside and found the soft cotton of her underwear. Her hips arched against him, and her tongue licked across his lips.

And a car’s engine growled in the distance. Coming closer. Closer.

No.

His head snapped up. His breath heaved out, and he couldn’t look away from her. On the ground. Lips red from his mouth. Her arms around him, her claws digging into his skin.

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