Page 32 of Sleepless Beauties
His fingers slip lower. The feel of his cool touch drifting down the line of my neck is heightened by the blinding dark. He trails lower and lower and lower, until he’s skimming along my collarbone in a distracting little taste of what I know he’s capable of.
I believe him. I know he can provide me with what he offered.
I just hope I don’t lose myself in this deal I’m making with the devil.
“Open your eyes, Pretty Human,” he whispers so softly it sounds like a sweet, sadistic sentiment. “I want to see that moment where all that despising disgust in your gaze fades out and lustful euphoria replaces it. I want to see your sensuous hate for me.”
My lashes open fast and I try to find him in the darkness, but it’s totally impossible.
“What—” I try to ask what’s thick on my tongue, but the question dissolves the moment his lips press to my throat.
My mouth opens with shock and that outraged emotion only grows stronger. His traitorous tongue slides along my skin between the open-mouthed kisses he presses swiftly and slowly down the side of my neck.
“What the fuck, Prey!” My palms flatten against his shoulders but, it’s only the briefest moment of violent intent.
The curve of his lips tilt up with a cruel smile, and that’s the last thing I remember before his sharp teeth scrape against my flesh.
And then pierce my skin.
My muscles slacken. The hard, repulsed curl of my lips fades as a gasp of wanton need sneaks out.
That’s what fucked me into this screwed up situation to begin with.
Need.
The anger in me is so far gone now that it might never come back. My palms against his soft shirt are no longer shoving, but clutching. My fingers tangle right into that black cotton tee-shirt like all I want is to pull him closer.
And so I do.
I pull until his body is flush against the side of mine and the demanding need within me settles low in my body. Lower than my stomach. Low in my sex. It pulses there, and I think my blood is pulsing itself along my throat, but I’m not nearly aware of that at all.
“Prey!” I gasp as my hand slides lower. I don’t stop until my fingertips slide beneath the cotton cloth and start trailing the hard lines of his abdomen.
A groan of his own hums against my throat, and that initial pain of his teeth is no longer there as he kisses me tenderly. Sweetly.
Lovingly.
“Sleep, Pretty Human. Sleep.” His hot mouth drifts higher and he presses a tender kiss to the line of my jaw. I turn to him like I’m drawn to the soothing sound of his delicious voice.
I’m leaning into the small space that separates us. I feel the heaviness of his breath along my parted lips. Every single thing I feel is Prey.
“Prey,” I whisper in a trembling gasp.
His hand along my face is light and caressing.
“Sleep, Pretty Pet. Before I change my mind and make you my favorite snack for the rest of your short, miserable existence.” There’s an audible sadness in his voice.
It hurts to hear. My hand slides along his ribs and I’m simply holding to comfort him now.
As is he. He lets me hold him, and I let him do the same for me.
The beautiful way he feels wrapped around me is all I can think about.
And that’s something I hope I’ll remember when I wake.
IfI wake.
Eleven
