sanguineangels by Various Page A

have an answer. He plunged a hand into her hair, slanting his lips to hers, and felt the fire again. Heat and hungry desire swamped him. He seduced her mouth, caressed and sipped.
    Diego was going to explode into heat where he sat. Satin skin, rich, fragrant hair, soft lips. He wanted more. He demanded entry into her moist heat and growled when she opened for him, hearing her answering whimpers. Her hand found his hair, held him as tightly. Passion eclipsed all other thoughts. He enfolded her into his embrace, bringing her into his chest. Craving her warmth, needing her physical touch.
    He kissed the corner of her delicious mouth. Traveling with tender brushes to her temple, the erratic pounding of her heart reached into him. The sweet call of blood, rushing through her body. Her scent invaded his every cell, and where she touched, he felt her caresses through every pore.
    His tongue circled over his teeth, and he found the tip of a fang. Burning lust overrode reason. “Give yourself to me. Only to me,” he entreated. “Just a taste.”
    Titania’s skin was so soft beneath his touch, his hungers beating at him, yet his strong arms remained gentle. She made a faint, kittenish sound deep in her throat, and his body tightened. His lips moved over burning skin, feeling her pulse beneath his seeking caresses. The fisted hand she held the robe with climbed over his shoulders, and he trembled beneath her palm. He had to have a taste, just a taste. To know her, her every thought, her every wish, hope and desire.
    He slid gently down the length of her silken neck, tasting with flicks of his tongue, sipping at the sensuous, sculpted beauty of her. He inhaled, found the scent that belonged only to her. Spring rain and heat. A seductress in his arms. Blood raged through his body, through hers.
    “Say yes,” he whispered. He laved his tongue over the beat of her heart and felt her pulse leap in answer. Her body tensed with awakening sensations. The scrape of his teeth brought her breathing to a standstill. Diego needed her to give this to him. He realized he needed Titania to take his next breath, but he would take nothing unless she gave. He roamed his lips over her pulse, bringing her own hungers to a crying pitch. “Just a taste, cara . Say yes.”
    “Yes.” She moaned mindlessly on a shuddering sigh. Her arms were looped tight around his neck, and his fangs sank deep. She arched and cried out the barest sound. Electricity shot from her; white lightning ripped through him. His arms tightened more, and he lost himself in her sweetness. His gut clenched, coiling tighter, as if an inferno engulfed him. Light sparked, blinding in its intensity as she flowed into him. Addictive heat. Sweet fulfillment. Ecstasy. He drank, absorbing her into his very bones.
    He danced his tongue over the pinpricks in her skin, careful to remove the sign of his passions. Heat ran through every vein like roiling lava. Flames danced before his vision. The sweet heat consumed him.
    Diego lifted her chin, brushing his lips to hers. He found her gaze and claimed her thoughts. “Just a taste, cara . I have to keep you safe.” Nothing else was as important as that very fact at that moment.
    A gentle hand held her at her nape, holding her steady as he opened a small gash with an elongated claw on his chest, his shirt and leather jacket spread wide with a thought. He bent to whisper a secret, dark command.
    He held her close, a precious gift as the rich, hot fluid dripped, his body clenching in ripples when her lips touched him. “Just a few drops, cara . I do not want to hurt you.” With his eyes closed, he drowned in everything she did. The stroke of her tongue, the wisp of her lips. Every touch so deep inside himself, he had no idea how he would ever get her out of his system.
    He clamped the wound’s flow, lifting her up to his seeking mouth, hot and insistent once more. The wound was healed and his shirt closed by the time he released her from his