Free Defeat the Darkness (Hearts of Darkness) by Eliza March Page B

to be interested in sex, I have ways of interesting you.”
    Everything about her both repulsed and intrigued him. He tugged at the bindings, infuriated by her smirk.
    “The pleasures derived from the sexual act and taking blood are closely related. Each is so much more pleasurable when accompanied by the other. You will see.”
    Amyra sank her horrible teeth into the base of his thigh, and a scream tore up through his throat.
    He somehow knew she could have prevented the pain. Instead, she allowed him to experience the power of her jaws clamping down and the agonizing penetration of her long, razor sharp fangs sinking into his sensitive flesh. She fed, sucking long and deep, finally permitting the pain to subside. As it did, it turned into something else.
    Arousal. Desire. Lust. Need.
    Especially when her scent reached him, and her body glided over his.
    The pressure mounted behind his balls as her soft hair brushed his throbbing flesh. She allowed him the sensual pleasure of having her lips surround his tip, and licked his hard length before she took him in her mouth and deep throated him. Her mouth felt strangely cool, and his body raged with heat—on fire with the jaguar trying to surface.
    She clamped down, this time holding back his pain, showing him she controlled him in every way—the pleasure or the pain—it was his choice. He moaned in ecstasy as she drew at the blood supply at his throat.
    Nothing had ever felt so good or so terrible. He was part of her pleasure, and his desire mounted to unimaginable heights.
    Just as the need to ejaculate approached the point of no return, she broke the mental contact and stopped feeding.
    The sudden withdrawal of her mouth and the release from her mind made him feel like he’d run into a wall. Kyle’s mind raged at the emptiness and his body ached for completion. She laughed inside his head—pleased about breaking him so easily.
    When a low growl rumbled from his chest, Amyra smiled and walked away. “I told you, you’d be interested. Now sleep.”
    Even as aroused as he’d been, her command affected him. He was exhausted and weak from the blood loss. Hearing her words sent Kyle into a light, fitful sleep.
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    “So my sleepy lover. You have rested enough.” When Amyra roused him, he’d been dreaming of Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
    He had no idea how long he’d been sleeping this time, but it seemed like he’d just closed his eyes moments before. His arms were as heavy as weights and although he tried, he couldn’t move his legs.
    Still weak from the jaguar attack and from the amount of blood she’d drained from him, Kyle couldn’t even move his head to look away when she kissed him.
    She continued to wake him repeatedly, taking small amounts of his blood since she’d brought him to this place—each time from his neck, his chest, and even his groin. At this rate, he wouldn’t last long.
    Amyra tasted him like an entrée sampler, meeting his angry gaze with her flat black stare. As she drank from him, those cold black eyes turned into swirling pools of silver, sucking him into her thoughts and seducing him. Unwittingly, he reacted to the feelings she shared with him, the pleasure she gave him through their mental link.
    The pressure behind his balls told him he was ready to orgasm even though he resisted her each time. The jaguar within him tested his boundaries, but was too weak to break through. Recognizing the growing signs of his weakness, he tried to fight back against the images she planted in his head. She relentlessly continued her mental and physical seduction.
    Amyra probed his thoughts and filled his mind, enticing him with tempting images of Shelby while she took even more of his blood. Again and again, she stimulated him, using his personal memories against him until his balls ached and burned with his desperate need to release.
    During the last few days, Kyle wondered how often she had brought him to the physical brink and held him