Page 100 of Hell’s Half Acre

“Noted.” He stood up.

Sorcha didn’t move. “How do we do this?”

Luke held his hand out to her.

She hesitated. This was a scary thought for her.

Terrifying, really.

Do you trust me? That warm, deep voice whispered in her thoughts.

It was so easy to trust him. Temptation…as the devil’s son, it made sense that he was irresistible. Why wouldn’t he be?

With a deep breath for courage, she reached up and took that large, callused hand in hers. Luke pulled her gently to her feet until she stood in front of him.

Her heart began to pound. While she knew he was insanely large, she’d grown used to his unorthodox size and she tended to forget about it until times like this. His size was overwhelming.

Just like his warmth.

He pulled her against him and dipped his head low. “Are you all right?” he whispered in her ear.

That gave her goosebumps.

She instinctively sucked her breath in as he nuzzled the nape of her neck. His warm breath fell against her skin, searing it. Every part of her wanted to clutch his head against her neck. Wrap her arms and legs around him.

So, so many things.

He’s your partner.

It terrified her that she didn’t really care. Not when she was overwhelmed by the feel of being in his arms.

Don’t be scared or nervous. His voice hypnotized her and caused her to instantly relax.

She surrendered her weight to him.

Luke tilted her head aside ever so slightly as his lips brushed against the flesh of her neck. Weak and breathless, she had no ability to move.

Was this what it felt like to be bitten by a vampire? If it was, she well understood how they were able to claim victims.

Suddenly, Luke sank his teeth into her neck.

Sorcha gasped, but he’d been right. There was no pain. Instead, it was a surge of euphoria that went through her. Orgasmic.

Crying out, she held him even closer.

Luke gave one long, languid lick to her neck before he pulled away.

She still couldn’t stand on her own. Luke picked her up as if she weighed nothing at all, then set her gently back in her spot in the chair.

Sorcha still couldn’t move. She was boneless, sated, and more than a little turned on.

A wicked smile curved his lips as he wiped the blood away with the back of his hand. “You are divine.”

“Thank you.” She rolled her head toward him as she tried to focus her gaze.

He laughed. “Glad it flattered you. But that’s not what I meant. You do have ancient blood in your veins.”

That snapped her out of her trance and she lifted her head. “What?”