Taming the Heart (Creatures of the Night Book 2) by Tisha Wilson Page A

continued to move.
    His own heart sped to a deafening pace. Blood rushed to his head and to other regions of his anatomy. The sound was like a freight train in his ears. He reached the door and pushed it open almost savagely.
    “I said stop this,” he commanded his body yet again. He stood in the doorway and looked towards the bed. His blood ran cold for a second before it ran hotter than ever.
    The woman was lying in the center of his bed. She had pulled open his robe and was writhing in all her naked glory. Her body was small yet athletic. She was grabbing one perky breast with one hand and her other hand was working between her thighs. He grew so hard it was nearly painful. He grabbed the door frame and dug his heels in, fighting the urge to go to her.
    She watched him with a hooded gaze before she opened her legs further. He saw the blond curls that resided in the junction of her legs. They were moist and wet and ready. Her legs were completely open and she looked at him as she stroked herself.
    “I need you,” she said in her soft way.
    He swallowed hard. What the hell was happening? “I… I… can’t.” His mouth was dry as his arms shook with the effort of holding back.
    “You can,” she countered as she allowed one of her fingers to dip inside herself. He could smell her, almost taste her. His mouth wasn’t dry anymore. Now it was watering. Desire slammed through him once again. He was hard pressed to remember why he shouldn’t.
    “You are going to turn, and when you do… you won’t forgive this…”
    “I will. I will give you what you want. Whatever you want if you will just… please,” she pleaded.
    “No,” he objected and held on to the door.
    The wood began to give before he released it. He strode over to her quickly and hovered at the edge of the bed. She held her arms out to him, open and inviting and it was beyond his control to hold back. Something outside of him was pulling him down over her. He pulled off his shirt, boots and pants with barely a thought before he knelt between her legs. His fangs descended as well.
    “What kind of madness is this?” he asked out loud before he lowered himself to her.
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    She felt the weight of him settling over her and welcomed it as she lifted her arms to circle his muscular shoulders and then cased his hips with her legs. She lifted herself to him and it seemed at the moment their joining was inevitable.
    He was going to release her, from what she had no idea. She threw back her head and pulled his hips up against her until he was nearly inside her, touching her, pressing at her entrance.  Finally… finally reality set in. A moment of doubt. He was so big and she was so tiny. He would hurt her. She released his shoulders and pushed at him. Something in her switched off and all the heat drained from her. She didn’t move, didn’t dare to. He was just a moment away from penetrating her. She could feel his hardness pressed up against her. She was still moist but the fear was overwhelming. Her legs went limp suddenly and shockingly.
    She cried out as she looked down at her legs. She couldn’t feel them anymore. She wasn’t connected to them anymore. They were just… gone. She felt his arms shake as he hovered above her, fighting his own personal battle. What had she done, calling to him like that? Pleading? He had kidnapped her, taken her from the scene of an accident against her will. Now he was going to… she had lost her mind from the stress. That was what had happened. She whimpered as he continued to press against her soft core with his hard flesh.
    Control came back to him swiftly with that small wounded sound she made. He rolled from the bed and pulled his pants on before running a hand through his loosened hair. He looked as if he were shocked and embarrassed that it had gotten free. He grabbed a rubber band from the bed side table and tied it back into a ponytail. He appeared to take a moment to compose himself, to bring his body back