Eva let out a strangled moan, her breasts pressed against his chest. Her fangs struck, the pain lasting only a second before warmth spread, a euphoric sensation that hardened his cock like granite. It was the sweet spot between pleasure and pain, and rather than feel overwhelmed with the full body contact, he wanted more. Needed more.
Kace released her neck, one hand clutching at her soft thighs as she rocked against his erection, while the other circled around her back, pressing her impossibly closer. He found himself moving along with her, his body on fire as he reacted to her little moans that tingled along his exposed throat.
Her fangs released, her body trembling as she pressed against his chest.
“Shit, my venom…”
Kace swallowed the rest of her words, his lips crushing as his tongue swept inside her mouth. Her venom mixed with the copper of his blood made her kiss the sweetest poison.
The bite ached, and all he wanted was for her to sink her fangs into him at the same time he buried his cock into her. The image flashed behind his eyes, and he let out a groan as Eva reached up to tug his hair, her tongue fighting for dominance in a battle she had no hope of winning. It was almost violent, a clashing of tongue, lips and teeth while his fingers brushed higher on her thighs until he found the damp heat of her core. Her dress shifted, the slits high enough to allow him easy access.
“Kace!” Eva broke free from his grip, his blood in her system the only reason she was able to do so, and he wanted to roar in fucking victory. Because it washisblood that gave her strength. “It’s not real, my venom is making you…”
She moaned, his fingers brushing between her legs.
“Your venom isn’t the reason you’re wet for me, Eva.” As soon as he said her name, his finger passed the lace to spear inside, thumb moving to flick her clit in the way he had before, all those months ago.
Her mouth opened, her pale fangs tipped in red, and Kace almost embarrassed himself right then and there like some pathetic teenager. He may not have had much experience with physical sex, or with pleasuring a woman, but right then he was glad his brothers were so vocal with their exploits. He could watch her pant with desire for hours, learning what she liked through every cry and moan.
“Why the fuck can’t I get you out of my head?” he growled, inserting a second finger while his thumb moved in slow circles. He curled them, finding exactly the right spot that had her gasping, riding his hand.
“That seems like ayouproblem.” This time she pulled him down with a sharp tug of his hair, her kiss desperate. He stilled beneath her, shoving past the nightmare before it took root. It was only for a second, a single breath but it was enough for her to notice.
Eva hesitated as she pulled back, and before any negative thought could ruin the moment he pressed harder against her clit, her eyes glazing over as he concentrated on that little bundle of nerves. Until his moment of weakness was long forgotten.
He watched her get to the very edge, the lips he had dreamt about opening as her head tilted back to reveal the elegant slope of her neck. She looked so fucking beautiful, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward, capturing her pulse in his mouth and sucking, marking. Her scent, her whimpers and even her weight, which would usually have caused him to panic gave him something to hold on to reality, chasing the darker memories away.
Her hand reached down, tugging at the fastening until he gripped her wrist.
“Remember where we are.” His cock strained against its leather prison, so hard it was painful. “This isn’t the time or place.” He wanted to pleasure her, watch her break apart into a million pieces because of him. Eva’s pleasure was his, and his alone.
She let out a frustrated cry. “Look, I know we don’t like each other, but let me have this, let me have this one thing that’s been my choice.” Her voice was deliciously husky, her face finally flushed with desire thanks to the blood he fed her.
He didn’t really care for sex, not wanting the vulnerability to be with another person in such an intimate way. It was only when his beast pressed him for a release other than violence did he seek out women, and then it wasn’t much more than a quick joining with as little contact as possible. He needed to remain in control, a hand wrapped around their throat. Despite not giving a fuck about the women they always came back wanting more.
“Kace!” she growled as she clenched around his fingers.
A better man would have stopped, would have given her the distraction she craved and then left. Good thing Kace wasn’t a better man.
She was a disruption he didn’t need, and this was one way to get her out of his system.
He slipped his fingers from within her warmth, much to her frustration.
“Kace!”
She was pure fucking attitude, a cyclone of sunshine that he wanted to punish.
Punish her for being in his way.
Punish her for making him want her despite it.
Lifting her by the thighs he walked them both to the sinks, placing her down roughly. “Turn around,” he growled, moving her until she had placed her palms on the cool marble, facing the mirror. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”
He needed a little more control, his beast pressing, pushing until he was ready to unravel in the sweet scent of her.
Eva’s eyes widened in the reflection, but she kept her gaze on him.
“That’s it,” he murmured, lifting the rough glittery fabric of her dress. It came up easily, exposing her bare skin inch by inch until he got the view he would forever imprint in his mind. He pressed just above her voluptuous curves, fingers brushing the soft skin. “Bend.”
