Page 16 of Poison's Kiss
Kane.
My heart patters heavily against my chest as he forces me into a dance in the center of the floor. I stare helplessly at his incredible body wrapped like a designer present. His black suit holds a touch of red at the pocket, and his blood red shirt matches his mask.
His dark hair sweeps over the upper rim of the mask as he stares down at me with a tense jaw and hostile eyes.
"What are you doing here? Do you know what this place is?" he whispers.
"Yeah. It's the home of a suc-"
He clamps his hand over my mouth to silence me, rolling his eyes as he does so.
"Not so loud. Why are you here?"
He releases his hold over my mouth, but I've tasted his touch, reveled in the feel of his skin on mine, and felt the need for more flowing through my veins. With this toxic air, I'm just a seduced puppet, and the lingering feelings I have for this devil are taunting me right now.
"We're looking for answers about the people who took my mother. What does it matter to you?" I strain out, trying not to sound as affected as I am.
His eyes look around, as if he's searching for something, and then I see the small bit of sweat forming on his brow. He's being affected, too?
"I'm here to find one of my friends. He has a lead on my sire. If you're looking for her, then you-"
"We're not. I'm telling you the truth. You're hurting me," I grumble as I try to escape his too-tight grip.
"Not the way you deserve to be hurt," he growls, genuine pain and anger in his eyes.
"Whatever. Let me go."
He pulls me tighter, and then I feel it... his desire for me. He can say whatever he wants to, but some magic apparently affects him because I feel it against me.
He curses under his breath as I lose myself in the moment, the air, and the desire encumbering me. My hand slides over his pants, and before I know it, I've slipped behind the waistband.
"Stop," he cautions, but I've already reached my prize, and damn it feels so good.
My lips go to his neck, and he groans slightly as I pull his firmness tighter into my hand, feeling the slick skin of his length. My tongue dances over his skin, and he pulls me tighter to him, lost in the moment himself.
One of his hands tangles in my hair while the other slides down to grip my rear through the silver material. As my hand slides up and down, his breaths grow harsher, more wanton.
His lips almost brush mine, but he stops himself.
"Damn it," he growls, and suddenly he rips free and vanishes from the dance floor, leaving me dizzy, confused, and utterly aroused.
"Alyssa?" Gage asks as he returns to see me swaying from side to side in an intoxicated haze on the dance floor.
I don't need alcohol. I feel so drunk already... or high. I'm not sure which would be a better depiction of my inebriated state.
"Shit. We've got to get you out of here."
He puts the glasses down on a nearby table, and then he returns to pull me away from the crowd. As we head down the quiet corridor, I lose all restraint and jerk the dark user to my clutches to end the burning inferno inside of me.
His lips are startled by mine, and the cool metal of his lip ring tastes good in my hungry mouth. He only fights me for a second before giving in and gripping my hips to jerk me to him.
The rough motion only heightens my desire, and he pushes me into a room off to the side as his hands scour my body through my tight little dress.
"Alyssa, this is not a good-"
I cut him off, my tongue pushing through his parted lips, and he responds by grabbing me under my rear and lifting me to drop me onto a bed. The satin slides under me, and I jerk Gage to be on top of me while wrapping my legs around his waist.
He groans as if he's conflicted, but I don't give him the opportunity to deny me as I push my hand down the front of his pants. He gasps as I touch him for the first time, and I'm pleasantly surprised by the wealth of the hardness hiding beneath his pants.
