beside him. She
looked up at him and realized just how much taller he was than she. She was of average height, but he seemed to tower over her like some mythical god-beast come to devour her.
Braden grinned lopsidedly.
Stop that!
“I cannot help it, you think very loudly. You entertain me, sweet Clarissa.”
“So glad I can provide you some evening entertainment. Oh wait, I should just be
thinking, it seems I don’t need to talk.” She rolled her eyes.
“I like hearing your beautiful voice. I’d rather be entertained in a different way tonight.
You modern women aren’t used to men who know how to possess a woman properly.”
She opened her mouth to protest. His head came down and his lips captured hers,
stopping her pending caustic comments. He held her head with one hand and she truly felt
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captured by his kiss. His mouth moved on hers tenderly, but with a demanding precision that left her breathless. She felt his free hand unzipping the side zipper on her skirt. Warning sirens blared in her brain, but she ignored them. Clarissa forced herself to focus on this moment, this man. Her love for her husband survived, but she tucked that loyalty deep within her heart, safe and
unaffected by her necessary lust. The vampire lord pulled back and his lips hovered just over hers.
“Only me,” he whispered, and she felt the breath of his words against her mouth.
“Yes,” she agreed, needing the passion kindling inside of her to burn him. She willed it to
blaze until the magic to save her beloved Matt worked. She’d save her husband by rocking this creature’s world.
“I am a creature, a very evil creature. Make me a man again, just for one night, sweet
Clarissa. Make me feel,” he begged quietly.
Feeling kindred with him for a moment upon hearing his broken plea, she understood his
pain. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his, gently at first, and then her arms came around his neck, pulling him closer. Demanding he feel her humanity and passion, her lips moved across his in a dance of emotions. He moaned and his hands slid up her sides. She felt him take hold of the front of her shirt and with a jerk the buttons flew from her top, pinging softly on the floor as they scattered.
She jerked back and looked into his face. The lustful violence against her clothing
surprised and frightened her. He was a virtual stranger and she had no idea what to expect.
His eyes blazed red for a moment. “Do not fear me!” he ordered harshly. Then his
expression mellowed. His eyes returned to the more human looking amber. “I will not harm you.
My lust for you is violence deep in my soul. What are a few buttons when I crave your skin more than substance?” He kissed the hollow at the base of her throat, and she could feel the
palpitations of her wildly erratic heart. He could take her life in an instant, she should be nothing but food for this man-monster, and yet he touched with tenderness.
Pushing the tattered remains of her shirt off her shoulders, she heard the sound of the
fabric whispering against her skin as it fell to the floor. His skilled fingers unclasped her bra quickly. She shivered as the tiny bit of lace fell to the floor. He pushed her skirt off her hips as he looped his large fingers in the sides of her delicate panties and pushed them down her buttocks.
Naked, she stood in the dim light feeling vulnerable.
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He stepped back, looking at her with an unfathomable expression.
“Perfect.” He spoke the single word with confidence.
She flinched as he moved with unnatural speed, removing his own clothing. In a moment,
he was naked too. Her eyes immediately fell on his large cock. It was long and thick, nestled in wiry dark blond hair. His hips were slim and his thighs looked muscular. Her eyes traveled back up his body and she almost groaned when she saw his chest. Clarissa was a sucker for six-pack abs and defined pecs.
looked up at him and realized just how much taller he was than she. She was of average height, but he seemed to tower over her like some mythical god-beast come to devour her.
Braden grinned lopsidedly.
Stop that!
“I cannot help it, you think very loudly. You entertain me, sweet Clarissa.”
“So glad I can provide you some evening entertainment. Oh wait, I should just be
thinking, it seems I don’t need to talk.” She rolled her eyes.
“I like hearing your beautiful voice. I’d rather be entertained in a different way tonight.
You modern women aren’t used to men who know how to possess a woman properly.”
She opened her mouth to protest. His head came down and his lips captured hers,
stopping her pending caustic comments. He held her head with one hand and she truly felt
A Gift of the Darkest Magic
36
captured by his kiss. His mouth moved on hers tenderly, but with a demanding precision that left her breathless. She felt his free hand unzipping the side zipper on her skirt. Warning sirens blared in her brain, but she ignored them. Clarissa forced herself to focus on this moment, this man. Her love for her husband survived, but she tucked that loyalty deep within her heart, safe and
unaffected by her necessary lust. The vampire lord pulled back and his lips hovered just over hers.
“Only me,” he whispered, and she felt the breath of his words against her mouth.
“Yes,” she agreed, needing the passion kindling inside of her to burn him. She willed it to
blaze until the magic to save her beloved Matt worked. She’d save her husband by rocking this creature’s world.
“I am a creature, a very evil creature. Make me a man again, just for one night, sweet
Clarissa. Make me feel,” he begged quietly.
Feeling kindred with him for a moment upon hearing his broken plea, she understood his
pain. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his, gently at first, and then her arms came around his neck, pulling him closer. Demanding he feel her humanity and passion, her lips moved across his in a dance of emotions. He moaned and his hands slid up her sides. She felt him take hold of the front of her shirt and with a jerk the buttons flew from her top, pinging softly on the floor as they scattered.
She jerked back and looked into his face. The lustful violence against her clothing
surprised and frightened her. He was a virtual stranger and she had no idea what to expect.
His eyes blazed red for a moment. “Do not fear me!” he ordered harshly. Then his
expression mellowed. His eyes returned to the more human looking amber. “I will not harm you.
My lust for you is violence deep in my soul. What are a few buttons when I crave your skin more than substance?” He kissed the hollow at the base of her throat, and she could feel the
palpitations of her wildly erratic heart. He could take her life in an instant, she should be nothing but food for this man-monster, and yet he touched with tenderness.
Pushing the tattered remains of her shirt off her shoulders, she heard the sound of the
fabric whispering against her skin as it fell to the floor. His skilled fingers unclasped her bra quickly. She shivered as the tiny bit of lace fell to the floor. He pushed her skirt off her hips as he looped his large fingers in the sides of her delicate panties and pushed them down her buttocks.
Naked, she stood in the dim light feeling vulnerable.
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37
He stepped back, looking at her with an unfathomable expression.
“Perfect.” He spoke the single word with confidence.
She flinched as he moved with unnatural speed, removing his own clothing. In a moment,
he was naked too. Her eyes immediately fell on his large cock. It was long and thick, nestled in wiry dark blond hair. His hips were slim and his thighs looked muscular. Her eyes traveled back up his body and she almost groaned when she saw his chest. Clarissa was a sucker for six-pack abs and defined pecs.
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