Page 37 of Poison's Kiss
He was very careful not touch me when he was wrapping my knee. Now his hands are burning against my side where the shirt has risen, and my neck, where I want to feel his lips.
I almost heard anger or concern in his tone. I know it's nothing more than my wishful, twisted mind running awry. I can't love a monster, and he can't love his prey.
"It happened a long time ago."
His jaw clenches, and I wave my hand over the hideous scar to shield it from sight. I slide over to be in his lap, and his body stiffens against my touch.
"You should hurry before I do something stupid," I almost whisper, finding it impossible to not slide my hands up his chest, desperate to feel his lips on mine.
A flicker of humanity almost sparks in those eyes that refuse to go green. I'm staring into his hunting eyes, and I'm nothing but enthralled, entranced, and utterly in love.
"Alyssa, I'm too strong. There's only one venom I can use that won't nearly kill you or leave you writhing in pain for days."
"Poison's kiss? Yeah, I know. You've used it before. It'll hurt a little to deny it, but I'm sure you won't have a problem."
My snarky, bitter tone does well to mask my drenched desire for his touch.
"Alyssa, it wouldn't hurt me to deny it, but it'll hurt you... very badly. My venom is stronger than you realize. What I did to you those times... That was low key. If I feed from you-"
"Just do it before I make an idiot out of myself. We'll deal with it. Just push me away. You do damn good with that," I mumble, ready to end this close contact that is already killing me.
I dread how much more painful it will be once that erotic venom finds my veins.
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.
