'I'll always be here,' he said softly. 'You can never fill my need, never drive me away, no matter how much you give me. The good or the bad. I'll always be hungry for emotion, always and forever, and I can feel you hurting. I can turn it to joy. If you'll let me.'
I swallowed as he drew us to a stop. He pulled back, and with a gentle touch on my jaw, he tilted my head so he could see my eyes. The pulsing beat of the music pattered on my mind, numbing and soothing. His gaze was heady. 'Let me do this,' he whispered, deeply dangerous. But with his words, he put me in a position of power. I could say no.
I didn't want to.
My thoughts pinged through me too fast to be realized. His hands felt good, and his eyes held passion. I wanted what he could give me—what he promised. 'Why?' I whispered.
His lips parted and he breathed, 'Because I want to. Because you want me to.'
I didn't look from him. His pupils never shifted, never grew. My grip on him became firmer as my arms pressed into him. 'There will be no sharing of blood, Kisten. Ever.'
His breath came and went, and his hands tightened. Expression dusky with the knowledge of what was to come, he leaned closer. 'One,' he said as he kissed the corner of my mouth. 'Step.' He kissed the other side. 'At a time,' he continued as he kissed me gently, so gently it made me ache for more. 'My love,' he finished.
A stab of desire went right to my core. My eyes closed. Oh God. Save me from myself.
'I make no promises,' I whispered.
'I don't ask for any,' he said. 'Where are we going?'
'I don't know.' My hands drifted downward from his waist. We were swaying to the music again. I felt alive, and as we almost-danced, a hint of fire came from my demon scar.
'Can I do this?' Kisten asked, moving closer so more of our bodies touched. I knew he was asking my permission to play upon my scar, to willingly let him bespell me. That he asked gave me a feeling of security I knew was probably false.
'No. Yes. I don't know.' So torn. It felt good, just my body touching his, his arms about my waist, a new demand in their strength. 'I don't know….'
'Then I won't.' Where were we going? Exhaling, he ran his hands down my arms, lacing his fingers in mine. Gently he pulled my hands to the small of his back, holding them there as we swayed, shifting to the slow, seductive music.
A shiver rose inside me. The scent of leather grew thick and warm. Where he touched sent a sliver of heat to tingle my fingers. My head dropped into the hollow between his neck and shoulder. I wanted to put my lips there, knowing what he would feel, knowing how he would taste if I dared. But I didn't, contenting myself to send my breath there instead, afraid of what he would do if my lips touched him.
Heart pounding, I moved his hands to the small of my back and I left them there, moving, pressing, massaging. My hands rose to twine my fingers behind his head. My thoughts touched upon us in the elevator when I thought Piscary was going to kill me. It was too much to resist, the memory of my demon scar alive and alight.
'Please,' I whispered, my lips brushing his neck to make him tremble. His torn earlobe was inches from me, tempting. 'I want you to.' Pulling my gaze up, I searched his eyes, seeing but not fearing the narrowing band of blue. 'I trust you. But I don't trust your instincts.'
A deep understanding and relief pinched his eyes. His hands dropped lower, caressing until they found the top of my legs, then reversed their motion, moving, always moving, as we swayed. 'I don't trust them either,' he said, fake accent utterly gone. 'Not with you.'
My breath caught as his fingers traced from my back to my front, a whisper against my jeans. Tugging at the top button. Hinting. 'I'm wearing caps,' he said. 'The vampire has been defanged.'
Startled, my lips parted as he smiled, showing me that his sharp canines were indeed capped. It sent a surge of heat through me, disquieting and thought provoking. Sure, he couldn't draw blood, but now I'd let him explore a hell of a lot more of me. And he knew it. But safe? No. He was more dangerous now than if he hadn't capped his teeth.
'Oh God,' I whispered, knowing I was lost as he nuzzled his head into the hollow of my shoulder and gently kissed me. Eyes closing, I sent my fingers into his hair, clenching as his kiss shifted, moving to the very edge of my collarbone where my scar started.
Waves of demand pulsed from it, and my knees buckled.
'Sorry,' Kisten breathed huskily as he caught my elbows and kept me upright. 'I didn't know it was that sensitive. Just how much saliva did you get dosed with?'
His lips were off my neck and by my ear. Almost panting, I leaned into him. The blood in me pounded, wanting me to do something. 'I almost died,' I said. 'Kisten…'
'I'll be careful,' he said, the tenderness going right to my core. I willingly followed his lead as he sat me on the couch, nestling me between the back and the arm. Taking his hands, I pulled Kisten down beside me. My scar was tingling and waves of promise scoured me. Where were we going?
'Rachel?'
I heard the same question in his voice, but I didn't want to answer. Smiling, I pulled him closer across the couch. 'You talk too much,' I whispered, and covered my mouth with his.
A soft sound came from him as his lips pushed back, his stubble rough. Fingers spaced wide across my cheek, he held me still as I pulled his weight farther down upon me. Nudging my hip, he made room for his knee between me and the back of the couch.
My skin tingled where his fingers touched my jaw. I slipped a hesitant tongue between his lips, and my breath came quick as he darted his tongue deep into me. He tasted faintly of almonds, and when he moved to draw away, I twined my fingers at the nape of his neck to keep him there just a moment longer. He made a surprised sound, pushing more aggressively. Now I pulled back, running my tongue across the smoothness of his teeth as I went.
Kisten shuddered, the tremor felt clearly as he supported his weight over me. I didn't know how far I wanted to go. But this? This was good. I couldn't lead him on, promising more than I could give. 'Wait…' I said reluctantly, meeting his gaze.
But seeing him above me, breathless with his passion held in check, I hesitated. His eyes were black, heady with desire and need. I searched for and found a carefully checked blood lust. His shoulders were tense under his shirt, a hand was firm against my side, his thumb massaging under my halter. The look of wanting in him sent adrenaline to my core, rousing me more than his rough and gentle touch that rose higher to find my breast. Oh, to be wanted, needed.
'What?' he said, poised and waiting.
The hell with it. 'Never mind,' I said, playing with the hair about his ear.
His soft hand under my halter top went still. 'You want me to stop?'
A second stab of feeling struck though me. I felt my eyes close. 'No,' I breathed, hearing a hundred well- thought-out convictions die in that word. Heart pounding, I slipped my amulets from me and dropped them to the carpet—I wanted to feel everything—but it wasn't until I reached for his belt buckle that he understood.
A low guttural sound escaped him, and he dropped his head to mine. His weight was a welcomed warmth pressing on me as his lips found my demon scar and gently mouthed it.
Fire spilled like molten stone through me to my groin, and I gasped as the sensation rebounded and multiplied. The dull aches from my recent demon attack mutated into pleasure, courtesy of the old vampire saliva he was playing upon. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. My hands jerked out from where I had been trying to undo his pants, and I clutched his shoulder. 'Kisten,' I breathed when I was able to take a shuddering breath.
But he didn't let up, pushing me down until my head was on the arm of the couch. My fingers dug into him as gentle teeth replaced his lips. A groan escaped me, and he worked the scar, his teeth soft and his breath harsh. I wanted him. I wanted all of him.
'Kisten…' I pushed at him. I had to ask first. I had to know.
'What?' he said flatly as he pushed my shirt and halter out of the way and his fingers found my breast and began moving, promising more.
In the gap between us, I finally got his belt undone. I gave a tug, and I heard a rivet snap through. His head dropped back to me, and before he could find my neck again and send me into an unaware ecstasy, I undid his zipper and sent my hands searching. God save me, I thought as I found him, the smooth skin tight under my
