There’s a desperation to us now, as if we need more of whatever this sensation is. His hands span my waist, and I arch into him, lost in the feel of him, in the way our powers merge and dance around us.
His fingers tangle in my hair as the kiss deepens, and I can’t think straight anymore. All I know is the press of his body against mine, the way his touch sends sparks dancing across my skin. Our power swirls around us like a cocoon – two complete opposites merging into something new and wild.
“Oh…God,” I gasp as his lips trail down my neck, and his growl vibrates against my throat. The sound should frighten me, but instead, it sends heat pooling low in my belly. His fangs scrape lightly across my skin, and my magic surges in response…and so does my body.
“Kara,” he breathes against my neck, and the way he says my name makes me tremble. His hands slide under my shirt, leavingtrails of fire in their wake. I meld myself into his touch, my own fingers exploring the hard planes of his chest through his shirt. The need to feel his skin becomes almost unbearable.
“Yesss…” he hisses as I tug his snug black T-shirt free from the waistband of his pants. He’s not cold to the touch, which surprises me. I’d always thought that vampire skin would be icy. Clammy. But he’s like a living sculpture, honed and hard.
“God, Marcus…” I don’t know what I’m doing right now. All I know is that I feel powerless to stop myself.
His eyes are almost black now, the blue barely visible around his dilated pupils. When he kisses me again, I feel the sharp points of his fangs, and instead of pulling away, I press closer. The dual sensation of danger and desire is intoxicating. My magic responds to his darkness, embracing it rather than fighting it.
I’m drowning in sensation – the slide of his hands across my bare skin, the press of his body against mine, the way our powers surge and spiral together. We’re both losing control, and I can’t bring myself to care. The rational part of my brain that says this is a terrible idea has gone completely silent, overwhelmed by the need burning through my veins.
I gasp as my back hits rough bark, Marcus’s strong hands gripping my hips as he pushes me toward the tree behind us and pins me against it. His mouth trails fire down my throat while he tugs my shirt up and over my head in one fluid motion. My skin prickles in the cool night air, but his touch burns everywhere he makes contact.
With deft fingers, he unhooks my bra, tossing it aside. His eyes darken impossibly further as he takes me in. The raw hunger in his gaze should terrify me, but it only fuels the desperate need coursing through me.
I reach for his belt buckle with trembling hands, fumbling slightly in my eagerness. His muscles jump under my exploringtouch as I trace the hard planes of his stomach. A growl rumbles deep in his chest when my fingers dip beneath his waistband.
Our magic continues to twist around us in wild, chaotic patterns. Every brush of skin on skin sends flashes of light flaring between us.
“Kara,” he groans against my collarbone, the sound almost pained as I curl my fingers around the thick shaft of his cock. His hands slide up my ribs, fingertips tracing my skin, moving downward. My head falls back against the tree as sensation overwhelms me when his mouth closes over my nipple, tongue swirling.
His hands are on me, exploring. Touching. His fingers slip beneath the waistband of my pants, and I cry out softly as he cups me through the lace of my panties.
“Oh…God!” This shouldn’t feel this good. But all I can think about ismore. I want more of this. All of this. His hands. His mouth. His body against mine. His body inside me.
“Yes,” I whisper, tilting my head to the side, inviting him to take what he wants. I want to feel his bite, to know what it’s like to have his fangs sink deep and let him taste my blood.
It feels so incredibly wrong, but the thought makes my core throb. He rocks his hips against me, and I bask in the sensation. My legs feel weak, my whole body buzzing with need. I grip him tighter, the ridge of his shaft rubbing against me in just the right place. I part my legs slightly, moaning softly as he slips a finger under my panties to stroke over my clit.
I don’t know what happens next. One moment, we’re touching and tasting and exploring, and the next, his fangs extend, and my whole body tightens with desire. His thoughts brush against mine, a jumble of want and need. I realize with a start that he wants to bite me. That I want him to. But it’s more than that – there’s a deeper pull. A fusion of our magic. A lust driven by the reaction between our bodies.
His fingers slide into me. First one, then two, pumping deep as his thumb circles over my throbbing nub. I spread my thighs as far as my pants will allow, my back bowing as I sag back against the trunk of the tree.
“Yes,” I gasp, my eyes fluttering shut. “God, yes…just like that. Yes…yes…Oh, fuck, yes…”
Yes.
I should be saying no.
I really should.
ButGod, it feels so good. Sonecessary. My thoughts become his, and I know that his are mine. His mouth hovering over my neck. Close. So close.
And then it hits me. The awareness of what we’re about to do slams into me, and I freeze. He stops instantly, his eyes hardening, his fingers stilling inside me. I turn my head away.
Our magic dies down reluctantly, leaving me feeling cold and empty without his touch. Finally, I manage to pull myself together enough to step out of his arms. I’m relieved, but my body protests. My nipples feel sensitive against the night air, and I want to fist my hands in his hair and pull him back to me. I want to feel his bite on my neck.
Goddess, what’s wrong with me?
He takes a step back, then stoops and reaches for my shirt, handing it back to me. I don’t bother looking for my bra before I tug on my shirt. I just discarded it in the garden like a horny teenager. I don’t know myself like this.
“This was…was a mistake,” I manage to get the words out, my throat tight.
“Yes.” His expression is inscrutable as his eyes run over me. But I know he’s in my head, and I know he knows what I’m thinking. Because I’ve never regretted anything more than stopping what we were about to do.
