Page 46 of Angel Of Darkness

The heat that had seemed to burn his body from the inside out had channeled and focused now—and the focus was on her. Easing her down carefully, he put her on the bed. His gaze swept her body, noting every curve. Every small freckle. Every inch of perfect skin. Her legs shifted on the bed, parting, and he swallowed. “I want...”

Her right hand eased down her stomach. Dipped toward her parted legs.

The roar was back, filling his ears. No, not a roar this time. His heartbeat. Pounding so fast.

“I want you,” Nicole confessed, and with that, nothing would have kept him from her.

He leaned over her and his right knee pushed down on the sagging mattress. He didn’t touch her, was almost afraid to. After having her haunt his dreams—just like this—he didn’t want to risk reaching out and having her vanish.

But this wasn’t a dream. Or a nightmare. This was real. He could just glimpse the edge of her fangs and her eyes were still pitch-black.

Not quite like his fantasies.

But she was still Nicole.

His fingers trailed down her arm. He’d always loved her skin. He bent and his breath blew lightly over her nipple.

She arched toward him. “Keenan!”

That was how a woman should say his name. With need and lust and hunger.

Not fear.

His tongue snaked out and licked her nipple. Sampled it and he found that he loved the taste. His mouth opened wider and he closed his lips over her. Sucking. Tasting.

More.

His teeth scored her flesh. Perhaps there was a reason why vamps liked to bite so much. The biting was pleasurable.

Her legs shifted as her breath came faster. He liked that.

His fingers found her other breast and lightly caressed her nipple. But then he had to taste it, too. Her breasts were sweet, the tight nipples like ripe strawberries—a new temptation he’d discovered.

The world was meant to tempt.

The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. She wants me. This wasn’t a game. No trick. Nicole wanted him just as much as he wanted her. His head lifted. He stared into her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” she told him, her voice pure sin. “I won’t bite you. I’m in control.”

He wasn’t. And as for biting… “I will.” Then he began to lick his way down her stomach as he explored every inch of her. He couldn’t touch her enough. Couldn’t taste her enough. And, yes, he had to bite. Had to nip because he liked the way she gasped his name when she felt the edge of his teeth. Not enough pressure to hurt, not for her, just enough to make the need mount.

He pushed her legs apart more and settled between them. His heart was heavy in his chest, his muscles tense and his cock was so aroused and swollen he felt like he’d explode at any minute.

His fingers shook when he touched her. She gasped, and he looked up, his gaze shooting to her face. But no pain was there, only pleasure.

He touched her again, letting his finger stroke her, learning the hidden curves and finding the sweet spots that made her moan and arch.

He leaned in even closer because there was more he needed to know.

How does she taste?

“Keenan.” Her nails dug into shoulders. “I need?—”

“I need to taste you.” He’d never thought to have her like this. Fantasies were one thing. Reality another. But now that he had her, spread beneath him, open, ready, he wasn’t going to back away.

One taste.

Would one be enough?

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