his legs over the side of the bed and launched himself to his feet. A loose gray pair of sweats dipped low around his hips. Well, thank Christ for small favors. At least his bare behind was finally covered. He ground his molars, searching for patience. For the strength to handle this the right way.
Fuck it. Guerin curled his fingers into a tight fist. She wanted to know why he was here, he’d give her all the damn info she begged for. Including the part where he’d helped to kill her mother… The world tilted on its axis. Whoa.
His stomach roiled.
He stumbled back, jamming his calves against the mattress frame to keep from falling on his ass. Reaching behind, he fumbled for something solid to keep him horizontal. The room dimmed, and Guerin plopped onto the mattress, his pulse thumping hard in his ears. Yeah. He’d tell her as soon as he got a handle on his lights. Guerin blinked, attempting to clear his vision. Eve was in his face. Her lips moved, but the steady drumbeat in his head garbled her words.
“Feed… Blood.”
Blood. She said something about blood. Yes. His fangs shoved through his upper gums to full extension at the same moment hot pain arrowed through his gut, ricocheting off his spine.
“Oh, fuck,” Guerin moaned, clutched his abdomen, and rolled backward. He’d pushed the hunger aside for too long. Out. He had to get out.
Guerin lunged for the other side of the bed. Cold sweat rolled down the side of his face and dripped into his eyes. He swiped at it with a trembling hand and forced himself to his feet once more.
“Get your ass back on the bed, vampire!” Eve appeared in front of him again, her fangs bared.
“Move,” he snarled. “Or I’ll do it for you.” In his current state, he didn’t trust being alone with her for one more second.
Instead of stepping aside, Guerin watched—mesmerized—as Eve lifted her wrist to her mouth and bit. A crimson stream bubbled up around the perfect curve of her lips, staining her flesh and evoking a cold shiver over his own.
His mouth watered.
Fangs throbbed.
Air scorched a path into his lungs.
He’d never wanted—craved—anything more in his life. And no way in hell did he have the patience or inclination to analyze which of the visions in front of him he desired more: Eve or the scarlet fluid escaping her vein.
Then she was there, without having to ask, her essence flowing onto his tongue.
And it was ambrosia.
He rocked on his heels, but Eve stretched her other arm across his lower back, steadying him. The assault of her flavor over his taste buds, the heat of her blood mingling with his, was unlike anything he’d ever experienced over the centuries. His cock surged to life. He groaned and gently sank his fangs, needing more. Eve mumbled something in response, then the warmth of her body enveloped him. She pressed into him, breasts to his chest, hip to hip, her heat seeping under his skin as her blood heated his veins. The roar of her heartbeat filled his head to near bursting. Eve was everywhere. Her essence went cell-deep, sparking off his neurons and marking his soul. But the crazy shit was, at that moment, he didn’t give a damn.
She was pure indulgence. Hot, liquid sin. That last piece of delectable chocolate cake you knew you should walk away from, but if you didn’t have at least one more taste, life wouldn’t be worth living.
He glanced at the swell of her breasts against his chest, and it took every remaining fiber of his control not to take her down, bury his face, and continue to drink between what had to be nirvana.
“Enough,” she commanded. “Enough for now.” Eve brushed her fingers up his spine.
Guerin swirled his tongue over the wound, closing it, then kissed the evidence of his feeding. He followed the soft inside of her arm upward with his lips. Damn. Every inch of her was sweet. The rigid length of his erection pulsed behind the thin cotton of his pants. If the taste of her blood and the feel of her skin
Fuck it. Guerin curled his fingers into a tight fist. She wanted to know why he was here, he’d give her all the damn info she begged for. Including the part where he’d helped to kill her mother… The world tilted on its axis. Whoa.
His stomach roiled.
He stumbled back, jamming his calves against the mattress frame to keep from falling on his ass. Reaching behind, he fumbled for something solid to keep him horizontal. The room dimmed, and Guerin plopped onto the mattress, his pulse thumping hard in his ears. Yeah. He’d tell her as soon as he got a handle on his lights. Guerin blinked, attempting to clear his vision. Eve was in his face. Her lips moved, but the steady drumbeat in his head garbled her words.
“Feed… Blood.”
Blood. She said something about blood. Yes. His fangs shoved through his upper gums to full extension at the same moment hot pain arrowed through his gut, ricocheting off his spine.
“Oh, fuck,” Guerin moaned, clutched his abdomen, and rolled backward. He’d pushed the hunger aside for too long. Out. He had to get out.
Guerin lunged for the other side of the bed. Cold sweat rolled down the side of his face and dripped into his eyes. He swiped at it with a trembling hand and forced himself to his feet once more.
“Get your ass back on the bed, vampire!” Eve appeared in front of him again, her fangs bared.
“Move,” he snarled. “Or I’ll do it for you.” In his current state, he didn’t trust being alone with her for one more second.
Instead of stepping aside, Guerin watched—mesmerized—as Eve lifted her wrist to her mouth and bit. A crimson stream bubbled up around the perfect curve of her lips, staining her flesh and evoking a cold shiver over his own.
His mouth watered.
Fangs throbbed.
Air scorched a path into his lungs.
He’d never wanted—craved—anything more in his life. And no way in hell did he have the patience or inclination to analyze which of the visions in front of him he desired more: Eve or the scarlet fluid escaping her vein.
Then she was there, without having to ask, her essence flowing onto his tongue.
And it was ambrosia.
He rocked on his heels, but Eve stretched her other arm across his lower back, steadying him. The assault of her flavor over his taste buds, the heat of her blood mingling with his, was unlike anything he’d ever experienced over the centuries. His cock surged to life. He groaned and gently sank his fangs, needing more. Eve mumbled something in response, then the warmth of her body enveloped him. She pressed into him, breasts to his chest, hip to hip, her heat seeping under his skin as her blood heated his veins. The roar of her heartbeat filled his head to near bursting. Eve was everywhere. Her essence went cell-deep, sparking off his neurons and marking his soul. But the crazy shit was, at that moment, he didn’t give a damn.
She was pure indulgence. Hot, liquid sin. That last piece of delectable chocolate cake you knew you should walk away from, but if you didn’t have at least one more taste, life wouldn’t be worth living.
He glanced at the swell of her breasts against his chest, and it took every remaining fiber of his control not to take her down, bury his face, and continue to drink between what had to be nirvana.
“Enough,” she commanded. “Enough for now.” Eve brushed her fingers up his spine.
Guerin swirled his tongue over the wound, closing it, then kissed the evidence of his feeding. He followed the soft inside of her arm upward with his lips. Damn. Every inch of her was sweet. The rigid length of his erection pulsed behind the thin cotton of his pants. If the taste of her blood and the feel of her skin
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