Demon's Kiss by Laura Hawks Page B

and aggression bled from her.
    “Will you stop? How is this helping? I am getting up now. If you still want to leave then go, find him yourself, get killed, that makes no difference to me, sweetheart. You think I care about your death? You know nothing.” He tried desperately not to think about how soft her body was beneath his and the way his traitorous body was responding to her.
    All of her despair and hatred for living when everyone was gone just poured through every pore of her body. She squirmed as she tried to fight him, attempted to get him off of her and became more frustrated when she could not.
    “You started this! Why should you care anything about me, much less my death?”
    She managed to free an arm and beat upon his chest, trying to dislodge him. Her body wracked with fury and bitterness, all of which she held in for so long, now came out in torrents. His last words about not caring whether she lived or died weakened her. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she continued to try and free herself. Yet she knew she was not really putting any strength into her attack as she gave into feeling his hard, strong body pressed against hers.
    Clarissa’s rage did not affect Mel much. After all, he was used to displays of violence and hatred. However, when tears ran down her cheeks, it completely unraveled any semblance of control he had. Making an inhuman sound, he grabbed her hand, pinned it to the ground then dipped his head down taking her lips in a brutal kiss. Mel’s action was nothing more than a violent display of his inner turmoil, an attempt to punish her for what she was doing to him, the lack of mastery he had over his body when it came to her. His tongue thrust against her mouth, forced hers open and dueled with hers in an age long dance.
    Clarissa was about to throw more insults at him for making her feel so much when all speech was halted as his lips pressed against hers, his tongue invaded her mouth brutally and yet, it was exquisite. Her body betrayed her, all anger, all heartache dissipated in that moment. Mel had thought to punish her with such a forceful display and yet it only made her body cry out for more. His other hand roamed over her body, gripping flesh as his mouth continued to assault the softness beneath him. His original thought process backfired on him, for as soon as he touched her lips, his body roared to life with such force that he shook from it as he drank from her lips with a hunger that bordered on insanity.
    The gem’s custodian moaned softly against him and wondered what she was doing. Her mission, duty, destiny all faded away into nothingness as he took up every emotional space she had with his body roughly pressed against hers. She could feel him hard against her hip and she knew this show of force was just that, a show.
    Her body, stiff at first, softened, leaned into his and fueled the raging lust he already felt. As Mel ground his hardness into her hip, he deepened the kiss. His one hand massaged her scalp while the other moved to cup her breast, the tip already hard under his fingers. He growled deep in his throat at her eager response, berated himself for the stupidity of what he was doing yet unable to stop. Her scent enveloped him, invaded his senses and stirred his desires.
    She tried to understand all that was happening and how her body seemed to respond better than her mind. She left her arm still plastered to the floor before her hand slid to his back. She could feel his corded muscles as they flexed against her, touched her body and set it aflame. Lust, desire ripped through every shred of her being. His hardness tantalized and teased her. She could feel her own juices pooling between her legs in response, her stomach clenched in anticipation and promise of what was to come. He took her breath away with his kiss, her body shivered to the sound of his growl, responded to him in ways she never dreamed possible. Her nipples taut, strained as her entire being gave in to