EXCERPT included below
Lane, a broken vampire plagued by a horrific past that makes intimacy impossible.
Vanessa inherited a powerful birthright, but traumatic events have shattered her confidence.
Passion ignites, but can the witch he distrusts tame the destructive demons that torment him? Or will their fervid desires send him deeper into the hell he’s been living in?
Vanessa inherited a powerful birthright, but traumatic events have shattered her confidence.
Passion ignites, but can the witch he distrusts tame the destructive demons that torment him? Or will their fervid desires send him deeper into the hell he’s been living in?
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“I don’t want to compel you.” He smelled delicious, and my body went limp at our closeness, his sexy, full lips just a mere inch from my own. I wanted to lick them so badly and that idea scared me since I’d never wanted to do something like that before. But before I had a chance to really process that thought any further, his mouth was on mine. His hand went to the nape of my neck, and he tugged me closer. When my lips parted on a shocked gasp, he slipped his tongue between them. Heat soared through my veins. He kissed me with possession and a sense of urgency that I hadn’t thought possible from Lane. He walked me backwards until I heard a door close behind him. Never missing a beat, he kissed me through the entire movement. He must have maneuvered me into the back office, but I wasn’t sure since I had never been in it before. As if my hands had become possessed, they swept up to his hair, and my fingers tangled in the long, soft strands. I’d always wanted to touch those locks, and now I couldn’t get enough. I no longer had control of my actions as his heated kiss had me pulling him against me, I wanted more, and the way his tongue probed the inside of my mouth made me wet. I moaned into his mouth as his hand slipped inside the opening of my top and caressed my breast. His palm was softer than I’d imagined as he kneaded the mound and squeezed the nipple between his finger and thumb. He pressed me up against the wall and slid his hand up my thigh and under the elastic of the small, barely-there thong I wore. I was uncontrollably wet. I could tell by the way his finger slid so easily around me. He circled my clit with his thumb, and slid his finger around my folds, spreading my juices up and over my bundle of nerves. He had me completely, and I was willing to do anything he asked. The hardness of his cock pressed against my thigh, and I thought he was going to fuck me right there against the wall. Mental red flags blurred my vision with a warning to make him stop, but I’d become completely unglued for this man, a ready and willing participant. Then he suddenly stopped all movement and took a step away.
“Jesus, Vanessa,” he huffed and ran his hands through the long strands of this dark hair. “I have to go on in ten minutes.”
I nodded in agreement, unable to speak. I licked my lips. In spite of the heavy, intense kiss, they were suddenly dry and ached to touch his again. I needed to pull myself together. I couldn’t let him do this to me. What right did he have to act like he hated me one moment and then try to seduce me the next? I knew he despised me. I could sense it, even now with the scowl on his beautiful face. He loathed me. But why kiss me? And with such heat? I smoothed my skirt down and straightened my top so that the slit in my top aligned with the center of my chest between my breasts.
“Why the fuck are you back here?” Lane reached into his pants and straightened himself, but the bulge was still there. I swallowed, still lost in the moment of what had just happened. Aching from the absence of his touch that had complete and utter control over my body. He stared at me, frown lines appearing between his eyebrows. “Did you do this? Did you cast some stupid spell on me?”
“What?” The accusation took me by such surprise, for a brief minute, I thought maybe I’d misunderstood his words. But when he just glared at me, I knew he’d said exactly what I’d heard.
“You did this. You and your fucking spells.” The fire in his eyes scared me.
“Jesus, Vanessa,” he huffed and ran his hands through the long strands of this dark hair. “I have to go on in ten minutes.”
I nodded in agreement, unable to speak. I licked my lips. In spite of the heavy, intense kiss, they were suddenly dry and ached to touch his again. I needed to pull myself together. I couldn’t let him do this to me. What right did he have to act like he hated me one moment and then try to seduce me the next? I knew he despised me. I could sense it, even now with the scowl on his beautiful face. He loathed me. But why kiss me? And with such heat? I smoothed my skirt down and straightened my top so that the slit in my top aligned with the center of my chest between my breasts.
“Why the fuck are you back here?” Lane reached into his pants and straightened himself, but the bulge was still there. I swallowed, still lost in the moment of what had just happened. Aching from the absence of his touch that had complete and utter control over my body. He stared at me, frown lines appearing between his eyebrows. “Did you do this? Did you cast some stupid spell on me?”
“What?” The accusation took me by such surprise, for a brief minute, I thought maybe I’d misunderstood his words. But when he just glared at me, I knew he’d said exactly what I’d heard.
“You did this. You and your fucking spells.” The fire in his eyes scared me.