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succulent. None of my human donors tasted this delicious. Fire raced through my veins. Real? Imagined? I didn't know. Didn't care.
I couldn't stop the moan. It vibrated against his skin. And still I drank.
"Phoebe," he muttered hoarsely. I wiggled closer. His cock twitched against my woo-woo.
Pleasure rocketed.
Oh, this was such a bad idea.
I realized vaguely that I'd reached the pint level, but I needed just... a... little... more. He was so delicious. And I wasn't just talking about the blood, either.
"Phoebe. God. Lass, please..."
The rough tone of his voice, filled with such raw longing, filtered through my ecstasy and I knew I was hurting him. Not with my bite. With my lust.
I had to stop. Before we both drowned.
I wrenched my fangs free.
He gasped, and as penance, I licked his twin wounds. Vampire saliva had healing properties. The skin was already stitching closed. Demons were good healers anyway. They weren't just immortal; they couldn't be killed. It appeared, however, that Lilith's scratches were slower to heal. Maybe she'd poisoned him, too.
I felt much stronger. I pulled back and looked at him. He was breathing hard, his fingers digging into my skin.
I could almost feel the whisper of his lips on mine. I think we were waiting to see who'd give in first. I might've... Okay, I would have, but Connor acted a second before me.
He cupped the back of my head and captured my mouth. Being blind didn't affect his aim at all. He didn't care about that whole hygiene thing, and at this moment, I didn't, either.
He split the seam of my lips with his tongue, and I welcomed that tender invasion. Had I ever thought he couldn't break my heart? Bittersweet emotion tainted my desire.
Connor brought me closer, almost as if he could feel my sorrow, and he deepened his possession of my mouth, of me , until doubts were swept away, and all I knew was him. He filled the emptiness I hadn't known I still carried.
He was warm, so warm. That heat burned through me, and with it the aching need I'd known the first time he'd kissed me. Then, too, I had the knowledge of what his mouth could do. And his hands... oh, how his hands could touch me. I knew where they'd stroke, what they'd dare.
"Connor." I pulled free and pressed my forehead to his. He was breathing hard, hard enough for both of us, since I no longer had the option. He licked his lips as if trying to keep the taste of me in his mouth.
"If we're stoppin'," he said carefully, "then perhaps you should sit elsewhere."
I scooted off his lap. My girly bits throbbed, and my body demanded satisfaction. I wasn't gonna do the mattress mambo with Connor. I wouldn't strengthen our binding, even though I suspected my feelings had already taken root.
I curled up a few inches away from him, not wanting to be too far from the only safe thing in this place. I glanced at him again. Who was I kidding? He was the most dangerous. At least to me.
Lord above, we'd burn each other up.
And I might just die from the wanting.
Chapter 9
"Why did she take your eyes?" I asked, my voice unsteady.
He didn't answer right away. I wondered about the bargain he'd made, more than one, to this Nera. Demons were bound by the conditions of their bargains. However, bartering with a demon was the worst idea ever. Most people were so worried about getting what they desperately wanted that they didn't worry about little things - like what the friggin' demons demanded in return. Souls. Blood. Appendages. Firstborns.
" ' Twas the price she asked for the antitoxin."
"I know," I said. I touched the cloth, and once again, Connor drew my hand away. "I meant, why does she need them?"
"Demon eyes are required ingredients for divination spells. She'll use 'em to bargain with another demon, or maybe a witch who practices black magic."
"Oh, my God." I pressed my face into my hands. He'd given up his beautiful amber gaze so that I would live. I thought he'd donated a little blood to the soup, but now I
I couldn't stop the moan. It vibrated against his skin. And still I drank.
"Phoebe," he muttered hoarsely. I wiggled closer. His cock twitched against my woo-woo.
Pleasure rocketed.
Oh, this was such a bad idea.
I realized vaguely that I'd reached the pint level, but I needed just... a... little... more. He was so delicious. And I wasn't just talking about the blood, either.
"Phoebe. God. Lass, please..."
The rough tone of his voice, filled with such raw longing, filtered through my ecstasy and I knew I was hurting him. Not with my bite. With my lust.
I had to stop. Before we both drowned.
I wrenched my fangs free.
He gasped, and as penance, I licked his twin wounds. Vampire saliva had healing properties. The skin was already stitching closed. Demons were good healers anyway. They weren't just immortal; they couldn't be killed. It appeared, however, that Lilith's scratches were slower to heal. Maybe she'd poisoned him, too.
I felt much stronger. I pulled back and looked at him. He was breathing hard, his fingers digging into my skin.
I could almost feel the whisper of his lips on mine. I think we were waiting to see who'd give in first. I might've... Okay, I would have, but Connor acted a second before me.
He cupped the back of my head and captured my mouth. Being blind didn't affect his aim at all. He didn't care about that whole hygiene thing, and at this moment, I didn't, either.
He split the seam of my lips with his tongue, and I welcomed that tender invasion. Had I ever thought he couldn't break my heart? Bittersweet emotion tainted my desire.
Connor brought me closer, almost as if he could feel my sorrow, and he deepened his possession of my mouth, of me , until doubts were swept away, and all I knew was him. He filled the emptiness I hadn't known I still carried.
He was warm, so warm. That heat burned through me, and with it the aching need I'd known the first time he'd kissed me. Then, too, I had the knowledge of what his mouth could do. And his hands... oh, how his hands could touch me. I knew where they'd stroke, what they'd dare.
"Connor." I pulled free and pressed my forehead to his. He was breathing hard, hard enough for both of us, since I no longer had the option. He licked his lips as if trying to keep the taste of me in his mouth.
"If we're stoppin'," he said carefully, "then perhaps you should sit elsewhere."
I scooted off his lap. My girly bits throbbed, and my body demanded satisfaction. I wasn't gonna do the mattress mambo with Connor. I wouldn't strengthen our binding, even though I suspected my feelings had already taken root.
I curled up a few inches away from him, not wanting to be too far from the only safe thing in this place. I glanced at him again. Who was I kidding? He was the most dangerous. At least to me.
Lord above, we'd burn each other up.
And I might just die from the wanting.
Chapter 9
"Why did she take your eyes?" I asked, my voice unsteady.
He didn't answer right away. I wondered about the bargain he'd made, more than one, to this Nera. Demons were bound by the conditions of their bargains. However, bartering with a demon was the worst idea ever. Most people were so worried about getting what they desperately wanted that they didn't worry about little things - like what the friggin' demons demanded in return. Souls. Blood. Appendages. Firstborns.
" ' Twas the price she asked for the antitoxin."
"I know," I said. I touched the cloth, and once again, Connor drew my hand away. "I meant, why does she need them?"
"Demon eyes are required ingredients for divination spells. She'll use 'em to bargain with another demon, or maybe a witch who practices black magic."
"Oh, my God." I pressed my face into my hands. He'd given up his beautiful amber gaze so that I would live. I thought he'd donated a little blood to the soup, but now I
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