“In a week, you’ll be begging me for it,” he said quietly.
My pulse spiked and my breath went ragged. His eyes flared.
“Calm, my pet,” he murmured, his hand pressing into my behind, his h*ps starting to grind against mine.
That felt good too.
My lips parted, my br**sts swelled and my ni**les went hard, all at the same time a rush of warmth flooded between my legs.
In a second I was going to kiss him. I had to. It wasn’t even my choice. I wasn’t in control of myself. This wasn’t mind games. This wasn’t even head games. This was all me.
My eyes dropped to his mouth.
“Leah,” he called but I couldn’t tear my eyes from his mouth and my h*ps started moving against his.
“Leah, stop, you’re making this harder on me,” he warned and his hand at my ass moved up my back.
But I couldn’t stop. I was driven, for some reason out-of-control.
It was then I made a near fatal mistake.
In an effort to get closer, I hooked my leg over his hip.
The instant I did, his head jerked down nearly colliding with mine and he glanced down between our bodies in the direction of my lap.
I heard him draw another breath through his nostrils. This one seemed urgent, primal, animal.
When his head shot back up, I saw his eyes were blazing.
Hungry.
Hungry.
Hungry.
Hunger was written all over his face.
“Fuck,” he growled, rolled over me, pinned my upper body with his colossal weight, one of his arms wrapped around me creating a warm, tight cage and two things happened at once.
The first, his mouth was at my throat. I felt excruciating pain there as his teeth tore through my flesh and my blood burst forth into his mouth.
The second, his other hand went between my legs, cupping me over my nightgown, my panties, superhumanly strong fingers pressed in, invading.
I gasped, grabbed his broad shoulders and pushed with everything I had.
He didn’t budge.
I lost track of what his hand was doing between my legs because the pain at my neck was agonizing, unbearable, my lifeblood rushing out of me in a warm, hideous flood.
“Lucien!” I cried, bucking, pushing, fighting.
He didn’t move, he just drank.
It hurt. Killer hurt.
Intolerable.
I felt the strength leave me as my blood poured out of me into his mouth, weakening me.