Page 4 of Love Bites Hard

So I grabbed his face, pulling him toward me as I went up on my tiptoes and kissed him.

Porter’s mouth was soft against mine, despite the roughness of his appearance. He grabbed my waist as I pulled his emotions into me, and he parted his lips on a sharp inhale at the feel of my power.

My tongue dragged against his lightly, and he launched into action, kissing me hard and fast.

Desperately.

Like I was the air he needed to breathe.

And the man wasdelicious.

Shallow feelings were like junk food for a siren—fun, but not filling.

Deeper, more intense emotions?

They were homemade bread. Pot roast. Steak and potatoes.

The bigger meals that we craved and needed.

And Porter?

He was a buffet.

A siren’s wet dream.

Pain.

Hatred.

Sadness.

Despair.

Agony.

Emptiness.

The tiniest flicker of hope.

He pushed me away suddenly, and my back thudded against the door as his mouth was ripped away from mine.

My chest rose and fell quickly. My lips tingled from the brutality of our kiss, and my blood pumped hard with the immensity of the emotions I’d taken from him.

“Don’t ever feed from me without permission,” he snarled, though it didn’t hold nearly as much heat as the growl he’d given me before I kissed him.

He was scrambling for his anger, trying to rebuild the dam over his intense emotions before anything else slid free.

“What happened to you?” I asked, unable to stop myself.

“I’m not looking for a therapist.” He stepped closer, wrapping his hand around my throat. My heart beat against his fingers, and he froze for a moment, feeling the rapid thud.

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

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