could touch, and ruin and, well, destroy. Weapons, spells, protection wards. She was a private person, and she liked it that way. She didn’t do relationships, or—heaven forbid— love because she didn’t have time, the inclination or the patience for it.
Love was for people who possessed the capacity to care.
She shook her head under the stream of water and turned to press her hands against the slick tile wall. The awful smell from the spell had rinsed away and now the coconut body scrub filled her senses. To stand here all day would be the ultimate luxury. To not think about a thing. To not worry or have to communicate with the world.
Time to get back into hunt mode. Today, Ravin would rack up another notch on her stake. A notch that should have been permanent two months earlier.
At least she’d received credit for the botched spell.
Tracing a finger over the new slash mark, she smiled. So maybe the devil could be tricked? Ha!
The shower curtain slid open. Ravin choked on a stream of water. Steam fogged the small white bathroom and blurred the hanging spider plants to verdant blobs, but the large dark image was unmistakable.
How had he…? She hadn’t heard another door crash to the floor.
A naked vampire stepped into the bathtub.
“No.” She lifted her leg to kick at him but lost her balance on the slick porcelain surface.
Nikolaus caught her wrist, stopping her from a graceless fall against the shower tiles. “I need you, Ravin. You need me, too. Let’s do this.”
She resisted his attempts to kiss her so desperately, Nikolaus almost gave up. He could find street whores gladly willing to service his needs. But he didn’t need to be serviced. He wanted to dive into this woman and hope upon hope she’d allow him an inch.
He got an inch. Maybe it was because she had slipped under the hot rain of water. He didn’t care. That slight alteration in her stance moved her lips against his, and when he grabbed the back of her head to support her, she ceased to protest. And she began to indulge in the kiss as much as he wished her to.
“I know nothing of your kind,” he murmured against her ear, “but I intend to learn. All of you.”
For this moment he wouldn’t venture off to any other parts of her body. Only her lips. Inside, her mouth was as warm and wet as outside. Slicking his tongue across her teeth, he cautioned against nipping the plump lower lip. No teeth . Keep it sane.
One of them moaned. It was Ravin. A deep rumble in her throat that wasn’t admonishing or angry, only wanting. She had begun to respond to him in ways that didn’t hurt him.
Deep. Yes, she allowed him a long lazy kiss. Slide down inside her. Feed her moans with another, and another kiss. Control her with a few directing fingers along her spine, pressing the slick curves of her groin against his hips. Make her yours . And then softer, teasing kisses that led him from her mouth up to the tip of her slick nose.
Nikolaus shifted his entire body against hers, effectively holding her against the wet tile wall. Every pore on his body drank in her essence, the heat-steam misting from her like a wicked witch’s potion.
Like the potion you drank from her blood? Watch it, Drake, you’ll allow her the upper hand, no matter the conditions of the silly spell. You are not enslaved to her whims; she is yours to do with as you please.
He dropped her arms and slid his fingers over her breasts. Heavy and firm, they were too large for a handful. He liked that there was so much of her to hold. To possess. Rock-hard nipples skimmed beneath his palms. The feel of them tightened him, made him hard.
Nikolaus growled out his need. He wanted to take her right now. No sane man could hold back the burgeoning want. The hot water pinpricked the thick head of his cock. Every touch, sensation and slide tempted him closer. He had to be inside her.
But he must be patient, not push too hard, for only moments earlier she had been ordering him to
Love was for people who possessed the capacity to care.
She shook her head under the stream of water and turned to press her hands against the slick tile wall. The awful smell from the spell had rinsed away and now the coconut body scrub filled her senses. To stand here all day would be the ultimate luxury. To not think about a thing. To not worry or have to communicate with the world.
Time to get back into hunt mode. Today, Ravin would rack up another notch on her stake. A notch that should have been permanent two months earlier.
At least she’d received credit for the botched spell.
Tracing a finger over the new slash mark, she smiled. So maybe the devil could be tricked? Ha!
The shower curtain slid open. Ravin choked on a stream of water. Steam fogged the small white bathroom and blurred the hanging spider plants to verdant blobs, but the large dark image was unmistakable.
How had he…? She hadn’t heard another door crash to the floor.
A naked vampire stepped into the bathtub.
“No.” She lifted her leg to kick at him but lost her balance on the slick porcelain surface.
Nikolaus caught her wrist, stopping her from a graceless fall against the shower tiles. “I need you, Ravin. You need me, too. Let’s do this.”
She resisted his attempts to kiss her so desperately, Nikolaus almost gave up. He could find street whores gladly willing to service his needs. But he didn’t need to be serviced. He wanted to dive into this woman and hope upon hope she’d allow him an inch.
He got an inch. Maybe it was because she had slipped under the hot rain of water. He didn’t care. That slight alteration in her stance moved her lips against his, and when he grabbed the back of her head to support her, she ceased to protest. And she began to indulge in the kiss as much as he wished her to.
“I know nothing of your kind,” he murmured against her ear, “but I intend to learn. All of you.”
For this moment he wouldn’t venture off to any other parts of her body. Only her lips. Inside, her mouth was as warm and wet as outside. Slicking his tongue across her teeth, he cautioned against nipping the plump lower lip. No teeth . Keep it sane.
One of them moaned. It was Ravin. A deep rumble in her throat that wasn’t admonishing or angry, only wanting. She had begun to respond to him in ways that didn’t hurt him.
Deep. Yes, she allowed him a long lazy kiss. Slide down inside her. Feed her moans with another, and another kiss. Control her with a few directing fingers along her spine, pressing the slick curves of her groin against his hips. Make her yours . And then softer, teasing kisses that led him from her mouth up to the tip of her slick nose.
Nikolaus shifted his entire body against hers, effectively holding her against the wet tile wall. Every pore on his body drank in her essence, the heat-steam misting from her like a wicked witch’s potion.
Like the potion you drank from her blood? Watch it, Drake, you’ll allow her the upper hand, no matter the conditions of the silly spell. You are not enslaved to her whims; she is yours to do with as you please.
He dropped her arms and slid his fingers over her breasts. Heavy and firm, they were too large for a handful. He liked that there was so much of her to hold. To possess. Rock-hard nipples skimmed beneath his palms. The feel of them tightened him, made him hard.
Nikolaus growled out his need. He wanted to take her right now. No sane man could hold back the burgeoning want. The hot water pinpricked the thick head of his cock. Every touch, sensation and slide tempted him closer. He had to be inside her.
But he must be patient, not push too hard, for only moments earlier she had been ordering him to
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