Hunted, The Complete Edition: A Full-length Steamy Vampire Romance (New England Nightwalkers) by Chloe Cole Page B
Authors: Chloe Cole
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lifetime, nothing could’ve stopped me from getting to know you better.”
“But not now,” she murmured softly.
Was she trying to torture him or was she really so unaware of the effect she had on him?
“No,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “Not now.”
Because right now, he just needed her to leave this place, and fast.
“Why?”
He sucked in a steadying breath and nearly growled out loud when a head full of her scent came along with it.
He lowered his gaze to her face, unable to stop himself. Bad idea. Her lips were parted, her pupils so large, they threatened to swallow that sea of blue.
His throat felt like he’d been sucking on gravel and he fisted his hands at his side to keep from reaching out and testing her bottom lip with his thumb.
God, the taste of her…
“Because I can’t trust myself,” he admitted softly.
“Why?” she asked again.
Something broke inside him at the question and he reached for her, using her hair as an anchor.
“That look,” he bit out through gritted teeth. “The way your cheeks get all flushed, like you’ve just been fucked.” The words he’d contained for so long poured out now, as if she was willing them from his lips, and there was nothing he could do to stop the flow. “The way you run the tip of your tongue over your mouth, that makes me want to wrap my hands in your hair and bury your face in my lap until you do the same to my aching cock. And that’s not even the half of it. If I loosen this leash, I won’t stop until I own you. Body and soul. Do you get that, Zara? Body and soul.”
Yep. That should do it. That should have her running in the other direction, never to return.
But she just stood there, rapt. Eyes wide and hot. His mouth was close enough that he could feel the warm wash of her quickening breath and it made him ache for a taste of her.
His voice dropped to a pained whisper as he took another step closer, crowding her against the wall.
“Stop looking at me like that, or I can’t be held accountable for what happens next.”
He waited, hands still bracketing the wall behind her head, not touching her, the breath sawing in and out of his lungs as he willed her to go.
Only she didn’t.
She laid a hand on his chest and stretched up onto her toes.
Her lips were so close now. Only inches from his own and already pink and full—
He grabbed her wrist and yanked it above her head so fast that her eyes widened in momentary surprise.
"There'd be no touching. At least, no touching me unless you have my permission. Your every move would be mine to control. You would belong to me. And if you disobeyed me—"
He swallowed past the dryness in his throat. This was not going as he'd intended.
He was supposed to be warning her off. Instead, he was just turning himself on. His cock was straining against his pants, begging for release. And with every word, her breath came faster, her breasts heaved, her nipples branding his chest through the thin cotton of his shirt.
"If I disobeyed, you’d what?" she whispered, her eyes glassy with need.
"I’d punish you and make you beg for my forgiveness." He'd meant the warning to sound rough and harsh, but instead it came out like a growl of need. An admission of truth.
He stared into her eyes for one long moment, only flicking his gaze to her mouth for an instant as the tip of her pretty pink tongue rolled over her full upper lip. God, if he could be that tongue. Or if he could taste that lip. Pull it between his teeth and suck until she moaned, desperate to feel his mouth somewhere else.
Everywhere else.
"I'm okay with begging."
He grabbed the other arm too, and held it over her head to join the first, locking her wrists together with one hand. Then, he closed his free hand over her throat. Her pulse leapt beneath his touch, and as his fingers tightened, it sped to a fever pitch.
“Close your eyes.”
The rose of her cheeks became a full-blown scarlet. She nodded, her lashes fluttering
“But not now,” she murmured softly.
Was she trying to torture him or was she really so unaware of the effect she had on him?
“No,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “Not now.”
Because right now, he just needed her to leave this place, and fast.
“Why?”
He sucked in a steadying breath and nearly growled out loud when a head full of her scent came along with it.
He lowered his gaze to her face, unable to stop himself. Bad idea. Her lips were parted, her pupils so large, they threatened to swallow that sea of blue.
His throat felt like he’d been sucking on gravel and he fisted his hands at his side to keep from reaching out and testing her bottom lip with his thumb.
God, the taste of her…
“Because I can’t trust myself,” he admitted softly.
“Why?” she asked again.
Something broke inside him at the question and he reached for her, using her hair as an anchor.
“That look,” he bit out through gritted teeth. “The way your cheeks get all flushed, like you’ve just been fucked.” The words he’d contained for so long poured out now, as if she was willing them from his lips, and there was nothing he could do to stop the flow. “The way you run the tip of your tongue over your mouth, that makes me want to wrap my hands in your hair and bury your face in my lap until you do the same to my aching cock. And that’s not even the half of it. If I loosen this leash, I won’t stop until I own you. Body and soul. Do you get that, Zara? Body and soul.”
Yep. That should do it. That should have her running in the other direction, never to return.
But she just stood there, rapt. Eyes wide and hot. His mouth was close enough that he could feel the warm wash of her quickening breath and it made him ache for a taste of her.
His voice dropped to a pained whisper as he took another step closer, crowding her against the wall.
“Stop looking at me like that, or I can’t be held accountable for what happens next.”
He waited, hands still bracketing the wall behind her head, not touching her, the breath sawing in and out of his lungs as he willed her to go.
Only she didn’t.
She laid a hand on his chest and stretched up onto her toes.
Her lips were so close now. Only inches from his own and already pink and full—
He grabbed her wrist and yanked it above her head so fast that her eyes widened in momentary surprise.
"There'd be no touching. At least, no touching me unless you have my permission. Your every move would be mine to control. You would belong to me. And if you disobeyed me—"
He swallowed past the dryness in his throat. This was not going as he'd intended.
He was supposed to be warning her off. Instead, he was just turning himself on. His cock was straining against his pants, begging for release. And with every word, her breath came faster, her breasts heaved, her nipples branding his chest through the thin cotton of his shirt.
"If I disobeyed, you’d what?" she whispered, her eyes glassy with need.
"I’d punish you and make you beg for my forgiveness." He'd meant the warning to sound rough and harsh, but instead it came out like a growl of need. An admission of truth.
He stared into her eyes for one long moment, only flicking his gaze to her mouth for an instant as the tip of her pretty pink tongue rolled over her full upper lip. God, if he could be that tongue. Or if he could taste that lip. Pull it between his teeth and suck until she moaned, desperate to feel his mouth somewhere else.
Everywhere else.
"I'm okay with begging."
He grabbed the other arm too, and held it over her head to join the first, locking her wrists together with one hand. Then, he closed his free hand over her throat. Her pulse leapt beneath his touch, and as his fingers tightened, it sped to a fever pitch.
“Close your eyes.”
The rose of her cheeks became a full-blown scarlet. She nodded, her lashes fluttering
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