Page 37 of Dark Desire
“Who says I have to choose? I can do both at the same fucking time,” I growled against her lips, tearing her t-shirt to shreds with my free hand. She gasped at the animalistic action, her face glittering with desire under her rage when the skin of our chests touched. She ground herself against me, hooking one of her legs around mine, which caused her skirt to ride up as I devoured her neck and chest with rough bites and kisses. With her arms still in my vice-like grip behind her back, her head dropped back in pleasure as she moaned when I took her nipple into my mouth over her lacy bra and sucked hard.
While I was distracted by the taste of her, she quickly chanted another spell and suddenly the lights went out and we were plunged into darkness. My vampire senses took a second too long to activate and I missed the sharpened spears of wood that suddenly pierced my back. I roared, dropping to my knees and releasing her. She took that moment to escape between me and the dresser. Fuck, that burned like a bitch. I could feel my flesh sizzling as I reached around and pulled one out with a painful growl. If I’d been an average vampire, the three wooden slats lodged in my back would have been fatal. Thankfully, I couldn’tbe killed unless in my demon form. I yanked another out before falling forward onto my stomach on the floor, unable to reach the other one. Remaining as still as I could, I closed my eyes and focused on her rapid heartbeat. She was still in the room, hiding in the far corner. But as the seconds passed, she shuffled forward apprehensively.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “Is he dead?” I didn’t miss the panic in her voice. When she was standing only an arm’s reach away, I snapped my hand out and grabbed her ankle, yanking her off her feet. She fell hard, winding herself and momentarily dazed, as I crawled on top of her.
“I’m not so easily killed, witch. You should know that by now.” My nails lengthened as my hand wrapped around her throat. Through the darkness, I could see those bright hazel eyes widen with fear as she stared up at me. The throbbing intensity of flesh burning around the wooden spear was dulled by the feel of her soft body beneath mine, somehow making the pain bearable.
She stopped fighting. I hissed at her. My eyes flashed crimson. She lifted her head, pressing our foreheads together and glared.
“Fucking do it. Here’s your chance. Kill me.”
My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, each one feeling like a battle. She was crushed beneath my weight, keeping her trapped until I could will myself to do what I came here to do. My nails dug into her throat before I shifted my hand down her chest until it was directly above her heart. The feel of it thrumming wildly, a frantic drum beneath her fragile ribs, made my claws twitch and fangs ache. One move. And it would all be over.
She’d betrayed me. Rejected me. Abandoned me. She ripped out my heart and left me there to bleed. I should return the favour.
Her lips trembled as she stared up at me and a look of fear and regret shone in her eyes. And I hated her for that, too. Forlooking at me as if I were the villain. I hated how, even with my hand poised to take my revenge, I still searched her face for something real.
My body shook uncontrollably as my resolve wavered. I fought to hold on to my rage and hatred. But the longer I stared at her, feeling her heart beneath my hand, the more my gut twisted and torment clawed up my throat. My mind screamed for vengeance, but my cold, damned heart cracked at the thought of living in a world where she no longer existed.
Her eyes glistened with tears as she swallowed hard. “I’m tired,” she whispered, her voice choking with emotion. “I don’t want to fight anymore. Just do it. I know you have to. I’d rather it be you than anyone else.”
My jaw clenched. A shuddering exhale escaped between my teeth as my heart fractured into even smaller pieces than it already was. Pieces that would never fit together again if I went through with it. My vision blurred with an overwhelming feeling of grief that I knew I would never survive.
I couldn’t.
A furious tear escaped my eyes as I crashed my lips into hers.
Chapter Thirteen
Iwas so sure this was it. My final breath. My last heartbeat. I couldn’t fight anymore. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. I just couldn’t fighthim. It went against every cell in my body. Hurting him physically hurt me. I had no idea why, but at that moment, I realised it wasn’t only a strong physical attraction I had to this man but an emotional one. I saw the unbearable agony reflected in his eyes, a raw, searing pain that made me long for my own death. If killing me would end his suffering, if the Fates would spare his life for following through with the mission he was clearly struggling with, then so be it.
His claws were digging into my chest, ready to take my heart and I’d let him. He could have it. I had no use for it, anyway. But then something wet landed on my cheek, and before I could comprehend what was happening, his lips crashed against mine like a collision, causing an explosion of emotions and need. I gasped into his mouth as my hands tangled in his red hair. He kissed with his whole body, passion, anger and desperation evident as his claws ripped what was left of my clothes while our teeth clashed, tongues battled, and breaths mingled. It felt likewar. Passionate, violent and catastrophic war raging between our bodies as we grabbed at each other, my nails raking across his scalp, down his back and digging into his flesh while his claws marked and bruised every inch of my skin.
We became frantic, pulling each other impossibly closer as I wrapped my legs around his hips and he ripped his jeans down his thighs. I knew I shouldn’t want him like this. A tangled mess of pure hatred and violence on the church floor. I knew this was toxic and messed up, but I couldn’t pretend to care. I bit his lip hard, drawing a hiss from him before he grabbed a handful of my curls and yanked my head back so he had access to my throat.
I felt his monster cock at my entrance as he kept my body trapped beneath the weight and power of his and my mouth fell open on a silent cry of pain as he slammed himself inside me with one aggressive thrust.Finally.My eyes rolled and nails sank into the flesh of his back as he roared with fury against my neck. With our bodies fused and him buried so deep inside me, it felt like we were trying to disappear into one another. We panted together, stilling for a moment to catch our breath. My need for him to move felt more essential than oxygen, but I was also terrified he might break me in half if he did. He was so fucking big.
His fingers tightened around my waist, piercing the flesh of my hips with his rough touch as he buried his face into my neck. My gaze fell upon the spear embedded in his back, stained with blood, and my chest tightened with a wave of guilt and pain that I did that. Using my magic, I quickly dislodged it, and he threw his head back with a hiss through his fangs.
“Sorry,” I whispered, moving my hands to his handsome face to cradle it until the pain eased. I could feel the raised scar tissue on one side of his face beneath my palm. I’d noticed it when I got a good look at him at the pub and my heart hurt even more that he’d known pain before. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.”
His eyes opened and stared down at me, breathing heavily. I watched as his violent red eyes swirled back to emerald and my heart raced when I saw a flurry of emotions in them. He was looking at me like I was his. Like I had just said the words that he’d been waiting a lifetime to hear.
“Fuck,” he groaned with deep anguish before he captured my lips again, kissing me deeper, slower and harder than before. And then he moved. And I lost my fucking mind.
Each deep thrust brought a wave of pleasure so strong that it felt like I was losing all my senses to euphoria. I felt so full of him, so addicted to the feel of him inside me and the way he moved with such masculine power and force that I couldn’t keep quiet. My cries and moans mixed with his grunts and groans as we fucked like animals on the church floor.
“Oh, yes!” I screamed when he picked up his speed and I had to cling to him harder. “Zachary!”
Without warning, his hand tightened around my throat, his movements filled with anger as he locked eyes with me. “Zoran! You better say my fucking name when I’m inside you or I will lose my fucking head.”
My eyes widened and I screamed when he pumped his cock inside me to the hilt before I could process a thought. Zoran. Fuck. That’s a sexy name and suited him so much better.
“Zoran,” I moaned, just to hear what it sounded like from my lips. Zoran groaned loudly, his eyebrows tightening as if the sound of it gave him even more pleasure. He suddenly stood up, taking me with him effortlessly as he gripped my ass and kept his dick buried inside me. I yelped when my back smashed against the wall and he started to fuck me even harder against it.
“Say it again!” he demanded before taking one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Zoran!” I cried and he growled possessively as he teased my sensitive flesh between his teeth while slamming my ass against the wall with every powerful thrust. “Yes! Just like that. Zoran!”
