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wearing a black t-shirt that clung to his body,
every ridge of his muscles defined and hard beneath the thin fabric.
Drops of water fell to the floor all around us and his skin glistened
with rain. He lifted the shirt from his body in one swift motion,
then reached for the bottom of my shirt—his shirt—and
ripped it open, buttons flying.
His strong hands burned against the cold skin of
my waist as he pulled my black leggings down. I stepped out of them,
completely naked and vulnerable before him. In the back of my mind,
warning bells went off, telling me my heart couldn’t come back
from this. My soul tried to warn me that all those walls I’d
spent years carefully constructing around myself were being ripped
down with every touch of his lips against mine.
But I refused to listen.
I didn’t care about tomorrow. All I cared
about was right now. This moment. And all I wanted was to feel him
against me. Inside me.
My hands reached for the belt at his waist and his
stomach rippled at the touch of my skin against his. He moaned and
kissed me harder as I pulled his belt from his jeans.
His hands explored my naked skin, leaving a trail
of heat in their wake. I shuddered against him as he leaned over me,
our bare chests pressed tightly against each other.
Rend kissed me, then moved his mouth across my
cheek and down toward my shoulder. He pushed the white shirt down,
exposing the skin at the base of my neck. Just as I had earlier at
his house, I lifted my chin, giving him complete access. Wanting him
more than ever.
His lips brushed against my sensitive skin and I
shivered, digging my fingers into his biceps.
His body went rigid and he let out a low growl.
The sound sent a wave of fear through me. His mouth opened against my
skin and two sharp points dug into me, breaking the skin as I cried
out in pain.
I jerked away from him, but he held me down
against the top of the table, his strength too much for me. He seemed
to be frozen in place as desire and fear waged war inside my core.
What was happening to him?
Finally, he wrenched himself away from me, a loud
groan escaping as he moved quickly across the room, his form nothing
more than a blur of shadows.
I sat up and pulled what was left of the white
dress shirt tight around my trembling form.
“Rend?” My voice wavered. I stood and
backed as far as I could against the wall, my arms wrapped around
myself like a bandage. Warm blood trickled from the small wounds at
my neck, and I knew what he was. I knew it, but I didn’t want
to believe it.
I shook my head, unable to stop the tears from
falling down my cheeks.
Rend stood beside the window, his hand gripping
the wooden frame with such power it had partially crumbled in his
hand. His back rose and fell with each deep, rapid breath.
“I thought I could control it,” he
finally said, his voice tense and filled with darkness. “This
is why I’m dangerous for you, Franki.”
I yearned for him and feared him in that moment,
body and soul surrendered to a man I could never have. The pain of it
split me in two as my body shivered against the wall of my small
apartment.
“This is why we can never be together,”
he said.
He turned to me then, his face cloaked in shadow,
but enough light coming through the window for me to see two white
fangs protruding from his mouth, my red blood smeared across his
lips.
A Note from Sarra
I sincerely hope you are enjoying this story as much as I am! I love Rend
so much and can’t wait for you to find out more of his story. Plus, isn’t
Franki kind of badass? Just wait! There’s so much more to come.
I would really appreciate it if you would take the time to leave an honest
review at the site where you bought this book. Reviews are so important,
especially to indie authors, as they help other readers find the books
they'll enjoy the most.
If you would like to learn more about my upcoming new releases and fun
giveaways, please sign up for my mailing list
every ridge of his muscles defined and hard beneath the thin fabric.
Drops of water fell to the floor all around us and his skin glistened
with rain. He lifted the shirt from his body in one swift motion,
then reached for the bottom of my shirt—his shirt—and
ripped it open, buttons flying.
His strong hands burned against the cold skin of
my waist as he pulled my black leggings down. I stepped out of them,
completely naked and vulnerable before him. In the back of my mind,
warning bells went off, telling me my heart couldn’t come back
from this. My soul tried to warn me that all those walls I’d
spent years carefully constructing around myself were being ripped
down with every touch of his lips against mine.
But I refused to listen.
I didn’t care about tomorrow. All I cared
about was right now. This moment. And all I wanted was to feel him
against me. Inside me.
My hands reached for the belt at his waist and his
stomach rippled at the touch of my skin against his. He moaned and
kissed me harder as I pulled his belt from his jeans.
His hands explored my naked skin, leaving a trail
of heat in their wake. I shuddered against him as he leaned over me,
our bare chests pressed tightly against each other.
Rend kissed me, then moved his mouth across my
cheek and down toward my shoulder. He pushed the white shirt down,
exposing the skin at the base of my neck. Just as I had earlier at
his house, I lifted my chin, giving him complete access. Wanting him
more than ever.
His lips brushed against my sensitive skin and I
shivered, digging my fingers into his biceps.
His body went rigid and he let out a low growl.
The sound sent a wave of fear through me. His mouth opened against my
skin and two sharp points dug into me, breaking the skin as I cried
out in pain.
I jerked away from him, but he held me down
against the top of the table, his strength too much for me. He seemed
to be frozen in place as desire and fear waged war inside my core.
What was happening to him?
Finally, he wrenched himself away from me, a loud
groan escaping as he moved quickly across the room, his form nothing
more than a blur of shadows.
I sat up and pulled what was left of the white
dress shirt tight around my trembling form.
“Rend?” My voice wavered. I stood and
backed as far as I could against the wall, my arms wrapped around
myself like a bandage. Warm blood trickled from the small wounds at
my neck, and I knew what he was. I knew it, but I didn’t want
to believe it.
I shook my head, unable to stop the tears from
falling down my cheeks.
Rend stood beside the window, his hand gripping
the wooden frame with such power it had partially crumbled in his
hand. His back rose and fell with each deep, rapid breath.
“I thought I could control it,” he
finally said, his voice tense and filled with darkness. “This
is why I’m dangerous for you, Franki.”
I yearned for him and feared him in that moment,
body and soul surrendered to a man I could never have. The pain of it
split me in two as my body shivered against the wall of my small
apartment.
“This is why we can never be together,”
he said.
He turned to me then, his face cloaked in shadow,
but enough light coming through the window for me to see two white
fangs protruding from his mouth, my red blood smeared across his
lips.
A Note from Sarra
I sincerely hope you are enjoying this story as much as I am! I love Rend
so much and can’t wait for you to find out more of his story. Plus, isn’t
Franki kind of badass? Just wait! There’s so much more to come.
I would really appreciate it if you would take the time to leave an honest
review at the site where you bought this book. Reviews are so important,
especially to indie authors, as they help other readers find the books
they'll enjoy the most.
If you would like to learn more about my upcoming new releases and fun
giveaways, please sign up for my mailing list
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