Darkblood Prison - G.K. DeRosa Page 0,19

seen yesterday contorted his features.

I ran my hand over the scar and winced. “Okay.” The look on his face reminded me of what he’d said when he’d found me. “You felt something yesterday? That’s how you knew how to find me even though the cameras were off?”

The door to the tunnels slid open and the damp, cool air rushed into the control room. Talon walked through without answering and lit up the torches with his dragon flame. I hurried behind him until I was shoulder to shoulder with the big beast. Or more like shoulder to elbow, but whatever.

“Talon?”

He loosed a sharp breath. “Yes, I felt something. It was so violent it woke me and nearly tossed me right out of bed.”

“Really?” I was very familiar with the sensation. I’d felt it twice now and the urgency that accompanied it was overpowering. I wondered if it was the same for him.

He nodded and picked up his pace. The tendon in his jaw was working like crazy, and I was pretty sure we were done with the conversation. He surprised me a minute later when his rough voice broke the silence once more. “It felt like my heart was getting ripped out.”

I glanced up, but his gaze remained trained straight ahead. The flickering torches lit up the blaze of silver in his mesmerizing irises as he marched.

“I’ve never experienced anything like that,” he continued and rubbed at his chest. “I thought—I thought you had died. And something broke inside me.” He swallowed hard, and the air crackled between us.

I held my tongue, not trusting myself to speak. I’d probably confess something stupid and regret it later.

He raked his hands over his face and grunted. “Gods, Azara, this bond goes much deeper than I ever imagined. The things I’m feeling—” He cut himself off, stopped short and I nearly barreled into him.

“Sorry,” I muttered as I teetered on one leg.

His arm came around my waist to steady me, the feel of his fingertips on my hips burning through the flimsy material of my jumpsuit.

I risked a glance up and smoldering silver orbs fixed on mine. I sucked in a ragged breath, their fiery intensity constricting my lungs. I waited for him to release me, to unlock his gaze from mine, but he didn’t move.

And neither did I.

His pupils thinned to narrow slits, the molten silver eclipsing the black and a deep growl echoed through his chest. The vibration rumbled against my own flesh pressed against his. His head tilted forward, his lips a hairsbreadth away.

My heart catapulted against my ribcage, trying to break free as heat surged through my veins. My head dipped closer, and a different kind of hunger clawed at my insides.

“Oh gods, Azara,” Talon hissed through clenched teeth. “I’ve never wanted anyone more…” His eyes widened, and he snapped his jaw shut as if the words had slipped out by accident.

But it was too late, my lusty demon had scraped its way to the surface, and she wanted the devastatingly gorgeous dragon in front of her. Consequences be damned. My tongue darted out and swept over my lower lip, and it was all the invitation Talon needed.

His lips crashed into mine, sucking on my tongue and lower lip, drawing them inside his hungry mouth. His hands slid down my waist to cradle my butt as he pushed me against the cold wall. The sleek obsidian sent a chill down my heated skin and I arched against Talon, eliciting another sexy growl.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed closer as my hands trailed the hard planes of his muscular back. His lips moved from my mouth, down my neck, to the hollow of my throat, leaving a scorching wake.

My erratic heartbeats thundered across my eardrums as Talon’s tongue stroked my skin, worshipping every inch of my flesh. All rational thought was tossed out the window. My hormones were in control, and they wanted to eliminate every millimeter of space between my body and the delicious dragon’s.

My blood was his blood, and his blood was mine. We belonged to each other. I could feel it from deep within my bones.

I yanked on the zipper of his jumpsuit, revealing the beautiful silver dragon on his muscled chest and my breath hitched. Damn, he was perfect. His body was like a work of art, crafted by the gods themselves.

He continued his assault on my lips as his hand slid down to unzipper my suit. My black scrubs slipped down to my