Read Online Bitten by Ecstasy: 2 (Dark Judgment) by Naima Simone - Free Book Online

reproduce, select a male donor, have sex and done. Get pregnant and no need to see the male again. The cruxim’s ability to control their fertility had great advantages, the least of them being able to avoid sweaty, messy grappling with males.
    But now, with his steady, unblinking gaze on her…with her thighs trembling each time the crease in her pants grazed her sensitive, swollen flesh and shot sparks to the top of her sex, she wondered. Wondered and waited.
    What followed this unsettling clenching in her gut, swelling of her breasts and tightening of her nipples to aching points? What came after the disconcerting excitement rippling through her, rocketing her high into the clouds as if her wings had reappeared before diving to the earth, heart lodged in her throat? Her stomach twisted, and not from the tantalizing smell of cooked meat and vegetables teasing her nostrils.
    Cautious, on edge, she lifted the burger and bit into it. And groaned. Ecstasy burst on her tongue, spun on her palate before zipping down her throat and hitting her stomach.
    Damn sex. Nothing—absolutely nothing —could be better than this orgasm in her mouth.
    “Good, huh?” Bastien asked, amusement coloring the low rumble of his voice.
    She would have answered—she really would have if she hadn’t been wolfing down another bite of the toasted bagel, perfectly cooked beef and seared vegetables. Lady , who would’ve thought breakfast bread could add the most wonderful flavor to a hamburger?
    Silence fell between them as they dined on the simple but delectable meal. Even when Bastien rose, left the room and returned with another burger, she only emitted a grunt of thanks and pleasure as she took the offering and sucked down the second serving. Beside her Bastien ate at a more leisurely, dignified pace, but inhaled an equal amount.
    When the last crumbs of bread and crisps had disappeared from her plate, Sinéad collapsed against the back of the sofa with a satisfied groan.
    “Thank you.” She sighed, adjusted on the cushion and laced her fingers over her stuffed belly. “The food was incredible. I didn’t realize I was so hungry.”
    “You have to take better care of yourself,” Bastien murmured, clearing their wiped-clean plates from the table. Once more he retreated from the room and, in moments, reappeared with a tall glass of milk, which he passed to her. He waited until she accepted the drink then reclaimed his space next to her. The cushion sank under his weight and Sinéad planted her feet on the floor, checking the motion so she didn’t roll to his side like a raft carried on a wave.
    “I’ve been doing just fine these past years, thank you very much.” She shot him a glance over the rim of the glass as she lifted it for a deep drink. The refreshing cold quenched her thirst. With a hum of pleasure, she knocked back the entire drink.
    “Yes, but you haven’t been a human all these years either.” His gentle admonishment didn’t contain a hint of judgment or condescension. She lifted her eyes and the tender warmth in his gaze unnerved her nearly as much as his earlier, glittering perusal. “From a healer’s point of view, your body requires more nutrition than that shit you were about to eat. Cereal and potato chips won’t provide the strength and stamina you need, especially if you encounter any more skirmishes like tonight.” He paused. “Can I ask you a question?”
    She narrowed her eyes, lowering the glass. “You go right ahead. Doesn’t mean I have to answer.”
    Bastien nodded, his full lips twitching at the corner. “Fair enough. Why are the cruxim and vampires enemies? Why do you hate each other so much?”
    Sinéad wasn’t surprised Bastien didn’t know of her race’s history. The cruxim were isolated, prone to chop the nose off anyone stupid enough to stick it in their business. Yet for some reason, she wedged her spine in the corner of the couch and spilled the historical record instilled in every Black