Page 130 of Wanted

Everything that’s happened has been such a…mindfuck, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to tell the difference again.

Raphael grabs my face with both hands and I tense and wince.

But there’s no rush of euphoria. No unbearable pleasure.

Only heat radiating from his palms.

A heat that is slowly but surely flowing down every inch of my flesh and pooling between my thighs.

“You’re awake, Alena,” he assures me with a husky rasp. “And you’re here with me.”

Staring into his eyes, I sense the same heat that’s flowing down my body is flowing down his.

“What’s happening to me?” I groan and squirm against the bed.

My legs want to rub against each other, to ease some of the pressure growing between them, but I resist the temptation.

Raphael’s expression changes in an instant.

Shifting from gentle to predatory.

Lids lowering, his eyes gleam at me like I’m something he wants to eat.

And I experience the uncomfortable sensation of feeling like a rabbit caught in a snare.

“You’re finally manifesting,” he growls.

Manifesting? What the hell does that mean?I wonder a second before his lips crash into my lips.

His lips pressing against my lips creates the most delicious sparks. Sparks I can’t get enough of.

Kissing him back, I wrap my arms around his neck and give myself up to all the wonderful sensations.

Growling deeper, he presses me harder into the bed.

His fangs nip at my bottom lip, causing something in my center to clench.

Then his tongue presses against me, spreading my lips open with a force impossible for me to defend against.

Not giving me the chance to deny him entrance.

The moment his tongue touches mine, though, I want to melt into the mattress.

He tastes fucking delicious.

It’s like he was recently drinking honey.

A honey so sweet, my tongue lashes at his to get more.

I’m falling so deep under the spell he’s putting me under, it doesn’t even register in my brain that what I’m tasting is probably blood.

His or my own.

In the end, it doesn’t matter.

I just want todevourhim.

Matching his ferocity, when the taste of honey fades I bite down hard on his bottom lip.

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