Page 58 of Demon Hunger
“You have a long time to think about it,” he said.
“I don’t think I’ll change my mind, especially if it takes me another forty years to finish his job.”
“Hopefully, it won’t take that long. It hasn’t even been a year and we’ve already redeemed you, Solar, and are well on our way to doing the same for Kody. It is truly remarkable. You have defied all expectations. At this rate, we’ll be done well before your second year at the league.”
I huffed. “I think you’re being way too optimistic.”
“With you,” he held my gaze, his voice growing deeper, “I can’t help but hope for the best. You make everything brighter.”
Slowly, he leaned closer, his golden eyes glowing slightly and dropping to my mouth for a moment. “May I kiss you, Lucia Sunder?”
I nodded once, aware that fighting the attraction that I felt toward him was completely useless. Ever since we met, I’d been entranced by him. And there was more than the gorgeous semblance he projected because, despite knowing how he truly looked, I hadn’t been able to shake off my attraction for him.
When his mouth grazed mine, I knew that no matter what happened in my life, I would never be able to push him away again or look at anyone else this way.
Drevan Morningstar was my drug.
His lips tenderly caressed mine, exploring as if it were the first time he was kissing me. Gradually, he deepened the kiss, his tongue tasting my lower lip first, then my upper lip, and the corners of my mouth. Shivers ran up and down my body. He pulled away for a second, his eyes smoldering, then his mouth crashed against mine, and my world exploded with a million sensations.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, velvet against my own. Heat surged throughout my body as my own desire burned.
One of his hands cradled the back of my head as his kisses traveled to my jaw and down the column of my neck. His tongue tasted me there too, swirling and sending shivers to my core.
“I want you, Lucia,” he said in a throaty growl. “But I can’t.” He pulled away, taking a deep breath.
“Why not?” I asked just as breathlessly.
“I will lose control and then…” His eyes flashed red, letting me know what would happen.
That was the reason he had stopped that night in Mill Neck. He’d been afraid to revert to his demon semblance. But he shouldn’t be afraid anymore. Or should he? I had no idea how I would react if… Well, maybe it was too soon to think I could handle all of him.
“What if we take it slow?” I asked.
He nodded slowly. “That could help.” Then a wicked smile twisted his lips, and he went back to kissing my neck, his tongue and small fangs grazing my skin. His hands slid under my T-shirt and caressed my sides while his mouth dispensed kisses along its collar.
I let out a moan as my heart pounded.
He pulled away again, lifting one finger, and let a single, dark claw slide out. It was so sharp it glinted. He lowered it to my T-shirt and raised an eyebrow in question. When I did nothing more than bite my lower lip, he ran it over the fabric from the collar to the hem, effectively splitting it in two. The T-shirt fell open, exposing my torso. He pushed the torn thing off my shoulders and threw it on the floor. Hungrily, he scanned my chest. My breasts rose and fell as I panted.
Smoothly, he wrapped a hand around my waist, pulled me, and the next thing I knew, I was lying flat on the table with him on top.
He began kissing his way past my collarbone to the swell of my breasts, giving each the same amount of attention. I threaded my fingers through his raven hair, enjoying the feel of his lips against my skin. He paused again, and that claw was back, slicing my bra in the middle. He pushed the two halves away to release my breasts.
My nipples pebbled as, with a sharp intake of air, headmiredme. The deference in his expression couldn’t let me think of another word to describe the way he was looking at me.
His mouth closed around one of my nipples, while his fingers teased the other. My back arched as his tongue swirled and his fingers squeezed. Hungrily, he kept sucking, the sharp ends of his teeth on my tender skin. My core tightened. I pressed my legs together.
Oh! It was delicious.
Suddenly, he slid a knee between my legs and drove them apart. I sucked in a breath as his mouth traveled downward, trailing kisses over my abdomen. His claw got to work again and before I knew it, he’d made a few strategic cuts, and my pants were gone.
He traced the seam of my panties with his finger, his eyes locked on mine.
“You are exquisite, Lucia. I can’t wait to taste every bit of you.”
His deep voice had a rasp to it that sent goosebumps all over my skin.
“So pretty.” He kept tracing my lacy underwear, across my belly, along my thighs, and up to the apex. I shuddered, my nipples pebbled so tightly they hurt.
