It only adds to the entangled passion so darkly encompassing us. He lifts his mouth to mine, and the taste of my own blood mingling with his delicious breath becomes intoxicating. He tastes so incredible.
He slams into me with more force than he's ever used, and his glowing blue eyes only add to the dangerous arousal. He grips me tighter, and my head falls back against the wall as I let him own me, free me from the pain, and fill me with ecstasy.
The wall slides against my back, but my shirt keeps me protected as he thoroughly sates my pent-up frustrations. I cling to him, pulling him closer as his dark hair gets tugged harder by my greedy hands.
His name falls through my lips over and over in a whispered, almost crying prayer as he brings me closer to that release that has evaded me. Feeling so connected with him feels so wrong and so right in a confusing stew of emotions.
He kisses me again, an explosively powerful kiss as he steals my breath. It almost feels as though he's been struggling with this for as long as I have, but I know it's not so. I did him a favor by offering my blood, and now he's saving me from the pain by offering me pleasure. Gloriously surreal pleasure.
Tingles shoot to my toes as I drink him in, reveling in the forbidden touch. I stiffen, and his name comes out in a cry as I'm pushed over the edge, screaming out before I realize it.
He stills himself inside me at the deepest point, claiming me his prize once again, and then he breathlessly kisses me so softly, making me forget how much he hates my very existence.
I want to tell him I love him, cry out the tears of proof, but I refrain as I enjoy what's left of the moment.
He just stands there, holding me, kissing me, deceiving me with this false second of bliss. I let him. I've needed this, and it feels so good to have my hunger sated... for now. I think it'll only make this connection between us all the worse, but I'm too scared to think about it right now.
"Did I hurt you?" he almost whispers against my lips, the concern in his tone sounding deceptively genuine.
The irony is almost laughable. A night stalker asking if he's hurt a witch. It's too absurd to dwell on though.
"Not in any way I didn't love the pain." I hadn't meant for that to come out so blatantly crude.
I apparently lost my dignity when he took my virginity.
I swear I see a small smile try to twitch on his lips, but he quickly banishes it before I can be certain. He stays inside me as he pulls me away from the wall, and without thinking, I bring my lips back to his as he slides to the floor, keeping me in his lap.
He doesn't fight me. He simply returns the kiss with the soft touch of a lover. His hand slides into my hair and then he trails his lips down my chin and the front of my neck before backing away.
With one swift motion, he lifts me and pulls out, leaving me aching already. How is it possible I need him so soon?
"You should get your shorts on. They send a guy down here a few times a day to make sure I haven't succeeded in killing myself."
I gasp by accident, not moving my bare lower half from his lap. I really don't have any shame because I refuse to cover up. He stares down at me, his hand sliding around to cup my rear and pull me a little closer.
"Why would you try to kill yourself?" I ask, sounding heartbroken.
His lips find mine again, much to my surprise, as he grinds against me. He pulls me almost too tightly to him before releasing me in the same breath.
"Get dressed. Now that I've got a little strength, I'm going to try to take him. Don't show them you're a witch unless absolutely necessary. Castine is clueless. Let's keep it that way."
Again, I swear there's concern in his voice, and I lean down to press one last kiss on his lips before standing. He walks toward the door, ready attack the guard who doesn't expect a stronger night stalker. Even if he had drained a human of all their blood, he wouldn't feel a tenth of the strength my blood just gave him.
"What's your plan?" I ask as I pull my shorts up.
I head over to pick up Gage's abandoned jacket, and I quickly wrap it around me to provide me with some warmth. Kane's still bare upper half taunts me, calling for my touch.
"Kill the guard and get you out of here while I find Castine and go for round two. Maybe I'll have better luck this time."
"Or you could end up right back in here. We should just run while we have the chance."
He shakes his head, a huff of a sardonic laugh floating from his breath.
"You don't know Castine very well. She won't stop until she finds me, and she'll figure out what you are. I won't give her the satisfaction of draining you dry before my eyes. Just do as I say, and you'll get out of here alive."
He's confusing as hell. If he doesn't care about me, then why is he worried about what she'll do to me?
"Kane, this is suicide. I can't let you-"
