Page 51 of Kentucky Nights
Wants me.
“Kiss me,” she pleads, inches away from my mouth. “I need you to kiss me.” Her touch becomes needier, one palm against my cheek while her other palms the back of my head.
And. I. Break.
I love being touched like that.
Using my speed, I press my lips against hers just when she is about to beg me to kiss her again. I’ve already waited too long. Enough is enough.
My arms wrap around her, bringing her in closer, needing her skin against mine. When she gives in, she tightens her hold around me, sinking into the embrace.
The warmth between us builds into a blaze, not just physically, but internally. The mating heat that Lorcan warned me about is burning in my blood, my nature urging me to claim what is mine.
I growl down her throat, reeling in that desperation of binding her to me. Our tongues twist together, deepening the kiss. Her fingers slip through my hair, gripping my scalp as the passion becomes too much to fight.
Her moan slips down my throat like warm whiskey, no burn—just heat.
Those lips of hers fill me with power, invigorating me with life I forgot I had inside me.
Our kiss turns into something more, needy and desperate. She begins to rock against my hard cock, seeking friction.
“Kentucky, I need you.” She continues to kiss me in between words. “I can’t do this. I can’t burn like this. You’re all over me, surrounding me, it’s as if you’re eating me from the inside out. Please, I can’t take this. I don’t understand why this is happening.”
And that’s exactly why I can’t go further, not like this. Not without her knowing everything. Just a few more days.
“Please,” she continues to rock, bringing me closer to orgasm with every fucking move she makes against me.
I can feel how warm and wet she is for me through our clothes. I can smell it. Ripping my mouth away from hers, my fangs lengthen on their own accord. My nails turn to long black claws, my vision fading from an array of colors to a strict, unforgiving red.
I’m a second away from doing something both of us will regret for the rest of our lives. She feels so fucking good.
I can’t. I can’t.
Speeding away before she can fight me on it, I leave her on the couch, gripping the mantle so hard, it breaks in half.
“Kentucky?”
The way she asks for me almost sends me to my knees.
“Kentucky? What’s wrong? Did I do something?”
Her breathlessness is adding fuel to the fire.
“I need…” I gasp, grinding my nails in the wooden mantle I carved. “I need a moment. You’re making me lose control.”
“That’s good, right? You’re making me completely lose myself. Come here. Come back.”
“I can’t.” I shake my head, saliva pooling in my mouth at the thought of her blood swarming my tongue.
“Let me see you.” Her hand touches my back, and the simple knowledge of having her hands on me has me spin around, grab her shoulders, and speed us to the nearest wall.
“Do you see me?” I roar, lifting her leg over my hip to keep her close. “I’m losing my mind,” I basically whimper. I look away, ashamed, because she deserves better. I close my eyes, wishing I couldn’t be a danger to her.
“Don’t hide from me.” She lifts my chin with her finger. “Let me see you. All of you.”
I snap my eyes open, allowing her to see me in full vampire form. She traces my jaw, my lips, lifting them up to see my fangs. She strokes the left cuspid, and my knees turn weak as I groan out loud.
She grins. “You like that, don’t you?”
