like
that.
“Don’t stop on account of me,” she said, that
playful smile reaching her eyes as she drank him in.
“What are you doing in here?”
She shrugged. “I’ve come because of our
arrangement.”
He dragged a hand through his hair. “Stop
playing this game. I’m sick of putting up with your hot/cold
routine. Either you want this or you don’t.”
Nitro sat up, looking momentarily surprised by
his boldness. Her expression morphed to a pouty face, her bottom
lip jutting out as she looked up at him. Standing from the bed, she
sauntered over and placed her hands on his bare chest. “And what do
you want, Raid?”
His jaw clenched. The feeling of her warm
hands on his chest sent chills through his body. Not because of how
good they felt on him, but because he remembered the taste of her
kiss. “It’s not about what I want. I need to know that you’ll stop
playing games.”
She shoved herself away from him. “You’re no
fun, Raid. Life is all about games. It’s all we really have. Every
fight, every battle, every kill—it’s all a game. Either we win or
we lose.”
He shook his head. “I don’t play games. I take
my job seriously.”
Nitro eyed him as she cocked her head to the
side. “You’re telling me you don’t enjoy the rush of killing those
filthy demons? You don’t feel joy at destroying those who would
cause harm to those you protect?” With each question, she inched
closer and closer to him, until she was so close that he could feel
the warmth radiating from her body. “Oh, you do play games.
You’ve been playing one from the day I walked through your front
door.”
His eyelids hooded as he watched the movement
of her mouth. Her lips were so soft, made for kissing. The urge to
take her mouth grew, becoming an incessant need.
“You want me, Raider,” she whispered. “And I
want you. Take me.”
His head bowed down low, inching even closer
to her soft pink lips. She opened her mouth and tilted her head
back, allowing him access to where he wanted to be. Pulling her to
him, he reveled in the feeling of her soft breasts pressed against
his hard stomach. The woman felt so perfect there, her soft curves
made to counter the hardness of his body. He took her mouth,
dominating it. In and out his tongue swirled, dancing with hers in
a fast rhythm. Her moans made his Instinct roar to life, wanting to
dominate more than just her mouth. His entire body tingled with
excitement; just the thought of being inside her hardened his cock
for the job it was more than willing to complete.
Nitro’s arms wound around his neck as he
pressed their lips closer together. He hefted her up in his arms
and her long slim legs wound around his waist. He carried her to
the bed, rolling her to her back as he continued to mesh their
mouths together. His hands roamed over her body as her hands
gripped the muscles of his back and shoulders. Gods, the female
felt amazing. Every moan, every scratch of her nails, sent his
senses haywire. She writhed against him, arching her breasts into
his hands as he massaged them gently; her hips bucked into his,
making his shaft even harder. He trailed his hand down to her
skirt, and inched upward, seeking the heat he craved.
His hand found the sweet spot—hot, slick, and
oh, so bare. Nitro jerked and moaned against his palm, spreading
her slick wetness around on his hand. His mouth left hers as his
lips traveled down her neck. The light kisses turned to grazes as
his fangs moved over her skin.
Until she tensed.
Her fingers stopped traveling over his skin
and she shoved him away. “Stop, Raider,” she said, pushing at him
more forcefully as he rolled off her.
“What?” he growled. His teeth gnashed together
at the sound of his own voice. He hadn’t realized until that moment
how hard he’d been panting.
“Did I say you could bite me, vampire?” she
spat. “You think I’d actually let you drink from me?” Sitting up,
she pushed herself from the bed, inching
that.
“Don’t stop on account of me,” she said, that
playful smile reaching her eyes as she drank him in.
“What are you doing in here?”
She shrugged. “I’ve come because of our
arrangement.”
He dragged a hand through his hair. “Stop
playing this game. I’m sick of putting up with your hot/cold
routine. Either you want this or you don’t.”
Nitro sat up, looking momentarily surprised by
his boldness. Her expression morphed to a pouty face, her bottom
lip jutting out as she looked up at him. Standing from the bed, she
sauntered over and placed her hands on his bare chest. “And what do
you want, Raid?”
His jaw clenched. The feeling of her warm
hands on his chest sent chills through his body. Not because of how
good they felt on him, but because he remembered the taste of her
kiss. “It’s not about what I want. I need to know that you’ll stop
playing games.”
She shoved herself away from him. “You’re no
fun, Raid. Life is all about games. It’s all we really have. Every
fight, every battle, every kill—it’s all a game. Either we win or
we lose.”
He shook his head. “I don’t play games. I take
my job seriously.”
Nitro eyed him as she cocked her head to the
side. “You’re telling me you don’t enjoy the rush of killing those
filthy demons? You don’t feel joy at destroying those who would
cause harm to those you protect?” With each question, she inched
closer and closer to him, until she was so close that he could feel
the warmth radiating from her body. “Oh, you do play games.
You’ve been playing one from the day I walked through your front
door.”
His eyelids hooded as he watched the movement
of her mouth. Her lips were so soft, made for kissing. The urge to
take her mouth grew, becoming an incessant need.
“You want me, Raider,” she whispered. “And I
want you. Take me.”
His head bowed down low, inching even closer
to her soft pink lips. She opened her mouth and tilted her head
back, allowing him access to where he wanted to be. Pulling her to
him, he reveled in the feeling of her soft breasts pressed against
his hard stomach. The woman felt so perfect there, her soft curves
made to counter the hardness of his body. He took her mouth,
dominating it. In and out his tongue swirled, dancing with hers in
a fast rhythm. Her moans made his Instinct roar to life, wanting to
dominate more than just her mouth. His entire body tingled with
excitement; just the thought of being inside her hardened his cock
for the job it was more than willing to complete.
Nitro’s arms wound around his neck as he
pressed their lips closer together. He hefted her up in his arms
and her long slim legs wound around his waist. He carried her to
the bed, rolling her to her back as he continued to mesh their
mouths together. His hands roamed over her body as her hands
gripped the muscles of his back and shoulders. Gods, the female
felt amazing. Every moan, every scratch of her nails, sent his
senses haywire. She writhed against him, arching her breasts into
his hands as he massaged them gently; her hips bucked into his,
making his shaft even harder. He trailed his hand down to her
skirt, and inched upward, seeking the heat he craved.
His hand found the sweet spot—hot, slick, and
oh, so bare. Nitro jerked and moaned against his palm, spreading
her slick wetness around on his hand. His mouth left hers as his
lips traveled down her neck. The light kisses turned to grazes as
his fangs moved over her skin.
Until she tensed.
Her fingers stopped traveling over his skin
and she shoved him away. “Stop, Raider,” she said, pushing at him
more forcefully as he rolled off her.
“What?” he growled. His teeth gnashed together
at the sound of his own voice. He hadn’t realized until that moment
how hard he’d been panting.
“Did I say you could bite me, vampire?” she
spat. “You think I’d actually let you drink from me?” Sitting up,
she pushed herself from the bed, inching
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