Chris had been her second misjudgment, her father the first. Talon, it seemed, was to be the next. Yet she still stuck with the plan that they needed to escape, and they needed to do it soon. If she had to, she would find a way to force him to listen to her.
“You want to be their bitch in heat?” he snarled, rounding on her. “Fine by me. But don’t drag me down with you. I would kill you in a heartbeat if it meant leaving this hell of a place. Don’t doubt that, princess.”
She jerked back, staring at him.
What happened next was done so quickly, she barely knew what happened.
In only a second, his arms were around her waist, crushing her to his body. His lips, so hard and demanding, almost punishing, came down on hers.
Jamie fought, she kicked, she hit...but when his tongue licked along her lower lip, she went limp. Moaned. Curled her fingers in his hair with a strength that surprised her. And began to kiss him back.
The anger and hate turned into something so much more. Fire curled in her stomach, the icy fear turning to liquid heat as he pushed her down into the bed. His body covered hers like a blanket, his hips settling into the cradle of hers as he slowed their kiss.
She shivered, arms wrapped around his neck. The slow, languorous motions of his lips against hers was going to kill her. It was everything she could do not to rip that towel from his hips and settle him against her.
His lips opened her mouth, gentle and coaxing. Jamie was weak to deny, and gave into him. She wrapped her legs around his hips and, as her body seemed to turn even hotter at the feel of him, she began to moan.
The sounds of pleasure were new for her. Chris had never been this good, even in the early part of their relationship. And Chris had also never made her feel as if she would orgasm just from their kiss. Jamie arched into his chest, drawing him closer. His hands, which had been near the top of her head, slid down to hold onto her waist.
She whimpered. He bit her lip and began to slid his hands under her Columbia, then her shirt. Jamie could only help him as fire ran along her body, the small tingling sensation causing her to gasp. At the sound, he jerked back and stared at her.
Jamie stared back, breath coming in short jerks. His eyes were so dark...if it was possible, they were blacker than black. Passion and desire rode high in them, animalistic almost. She bit her lip, feeling lust flash through her.
His hands slid under her, to her back. The clasp of her bra came undone quickly, and then, with the shirt and jacket still on, he brought one hand around her body with agonizing slowness. Jamie made a small sound in the back of her throat before grabbing his wrist and dragging his hand to her chest.
The contact had a gasp of surprise springing from her lips. It was amazing. It was heavenly. It was fucking perfect. Talon made a rough sound in the back of his throat, eyes glazing.
Jamie tangled her hands in his hair and dragged his lips down to hers, but before the hungry kiss was met, he pulled down and began nuzzling her neck. His hot breath fanned over her skin, drawing a shocked moan from her. Never had anything in her life felt so amazing, so...right.
He took a long breath.
And then bit her.
Jamie cried out, rocking her hips against him as desire, intense and real, flared inside of her. Not only in her body, her mind, but her very soul. It felt so right, like this had happened before and was meant to happen more. It was as if the feel of his lips made it so much more real, made them one.
And he hadn’t even entered her yet.
The thought had her desperately grabbing for his towel. She wanted to see him. She wanted to see him hard, ready, hot. All for her. She needed it.
Yet as her hands latched onto the edge of the towel, his bite turned harder, rougher. Jamie’s hand fell limp as pleasure coursed through her, the towel forgotten. All she could think about was the feel of him against her, covering her, taking her as his.
His tongue flicked out, tasting the small droplets of blood. Talon almost got lost