Ziros
I want her.
I want every inch of her: blood, body, and soul.
I’ve never wanted anything or anyone so badly in all my damn years—especially not a human.
Her scent is intoxicating, surrounding me in a delicious haze. I can’t think. All I can hear is her heartbeat pounding behind my ears, all I can feel is the heat of her body against mine.
I want to rip that tiny little bikini bottom off and take her right here in the stairwell, passerby be damned.
My shirt looks good on her. No, not just good.Hot.
Mostly because it’s damn-near translucent, and with nothing underneath, her breasts strain against the too-thin material, impossible not to look at.
I’m way too damn intoxicated for this.
I may look like the alcohol didn’t affect me, and I’ve got higher tolerance than any human, but my self-control is out the window.
Screw being a gentleman.
I want to bite her. I want to sink my teeth into the base of her neck while I—
Oh,hell. What the hell is wrong with me? I haven’t bitten anyone in ages. Centuries.
I don’t evenlikethe taste of blood.
Not normally.
But this is different.
Everything about her is different.
“Goddamn it,” I mutter, holding her jaw in one hand, lifting her chin like I intend to kiss her. “Push me away,” I growl in her ear. “Push me away, or I’m going to bite you. I’ll claim everydamn inch of you, and I’ll make you mine. This is your only chance: Push me away right now, or I’ll never let you go.”
Have I taken it too far? Probably. But holy damn, my head is spinning, and all I can see is her.
I have about point-five seconds before I give in and bite her anyway.
But to my surprise, she doesn’t push me away. No. This damn amazing human, she leans up and kissesme.
Again.
This is the second time she’s kissed me.
Not that I’m complaining.
I growl into her mouth, kissing her back harder, pressing my body against hers where I pin her there against the wall, every inch of me hard and ready and hungry for more.
She’s panting when I pull away, staring up into my eyes like she wants more.
And I shouldn’t.
I shouldn’t do it, but I can’t help it. I can’t hold out any longer.
Every inch of her is so damn sexy.
I glide one hand over her soaked shirt, feeling the curve of her breasts fit against my hand, and I love the way she moans softly into my mouth as I kiss her again, pinching her nipples between my fingers.
