Page 23 of Kiss of Light

“Lemar, don’t,” she said huskily.

“Have you ever been tasted, demon?” he asked. “I promise you, you’ll find it pleasurable. You’ll beg me to do it harder.”

Tala held very still as she felt his fangs press against her skin. She had taken a gamble, a big one, by moving him while he was asleep. But she’d thought she could reason with him. She’d counted on his self control.

Now it looked as if she’d miscalculated big time.

He held off from penetration, wanting to draw it out. He licked her skin and she shivered.

She could have got out from his grip. He was strong but her blades were within reach. Or she could have shimmered. But something was stopping her.

Part of it was the knowledge that she’d made a promise to protect him. Shaitun did not give their word lightly.

But part of it, she was mortified to admit, was that there was something arousing about his touch.

She didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with her. When Cillian had threatened to feed from her, she’d been sick to her stomach. But now Lemar’s breath was caressing her neck and all she could think about was how turned on she was right now.

But you hate vamps. He’s a bloodsucker. They disgust you. And he’s your mark.

Her libido heard all the reasons why she shouldn’t respond and threw them out of the window.

She pressed harder against his mouth.

He froze.

Was she… was sheinvitinghim?

In a single movement he lifted her from the driver’s seat and yanked her into the back with him. He held her firmly in his lap and pressed his lips to the hollow behind her ear. He smelled her arousal and something in him answered.

“What do you want from me, shaitun?” He slid a hand over one luscious breast, delighting in her little gasp as he stroked a thumb over her nipple. “Do you have a death wish? Or are you taking pity on a monster?”

He was hard again. She felt him swell beneath her and rocked against him.

“You’re not a monster, Lemar.” Her voice was hoarse and she pulled his head back so she could look at him. “No more than I am.”

“Prove it. Kiss me.”

He retracted his fangs and gazed at her, his lips barely an inch from hers. He imagined her mouth on his, imagined running his tongue against hers. She would taste of molasses.

All of a sudden, he ached to feel her kiss. But he knew in his heart it wouldn’t happen. She would never kiss a Vetali.

She drew back, consternation on her face.

“I don’t…”

“I thought so.”

“No, it’s not… it’s just that I don’t kiss on the mouth. Ever. You can kiss me anywhere else but…”

“Yeah. Sure. Got it.”

He pushed her off his lap.

“Lemar, I promise you it’s nothing to do with you, it’s just something I don’t do.”

“Too intimate, is that it?” he smiled mockingly at her. “Nice to find someone who’s as fucked up as I am.”

He reached for the door handle and she knew if he left the car she’d never see him again. Desperately she lunged for the glove box.

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