Page 43 of Red Ruin
All rampaging monster, fueled by need and that throat-ripping vampire hunger.
He hauls me until my ass hits the edge of the mattress.
I sit up slowly.
Two red eyes burn holes in the darkness. His chilly shadows weave around my legs, creeping up my thighs. The magic wisps feel and sound like whispering satin.
I shiver.
“Guide,” he says raggedly.
My heart drums—I wish I could say with fear.
“Come here.” I reach into the shadows, trying to find his face.
Blue light glows around me as try to connect to him.
Remy’s silks dodge my reach, fanged and wary. He probably doesn’t know where or who he is right now.
I touch his pain and struggle to breathe. But hishungeris worse.
My throat squeezes.
The red-ringed lights of his eye pits track my pulse down the yanked-open throat of my robe.
His shadows force apart my thighs.
That hunger?
It’s not all for my blood.
And the pounding of my heart?
It has nothing to do with fear.
“Remy.” I spread my knees for him. “Come closer.”
He doesn’t listen—yet—but he stops fighting my silks. I caress his tendrils, sending him softness and reassurance.
His spikes calm. That doesn’t fix the poison tangling him up inside.
I need to touch his skin. Then I can go deeper.
The more I can touch, the more I can help.
I can’t give him a second chance to go for my throat.
Thankfully, there’s something he wants more than my blood.
I untie my belt. The disheveled robe falls away. My belly tightens.
His woven shadows trap my thighs in a net, squeezing and advancing toward my mound.
I open wider.
My wetness hits the air.
He growls a sound between hissing shadows and an intoxicated moan.
