Free Vampire Betrayed (Vampires Destined) by Rachel Carrington Page B

“Stop.”
    “Stop what? Wanting you? Craving you?” Her hand allowed his to dip into the vee neck of her blouse. “I could just as soon stop living as I could stop desiring you, Ariana. You are the other half to my soul.”
    “Just words,” she whispered.
    “Ah, but there is a powerful mystery behind those words.” He nipped at her neck, her collarbone, while his blood poured through his veins like warm honey. His hands took on a life of their own, travelling everywhere, moving over the course of her perfect skin, enjoying each dip and curve. “God, Ariana, I don’t think I can wait.”
    She flattened herself against the brick wall, her breasts jutting forward as she arched her spine. “Then take me, Joaquin. Now.” As she spoke, her hands worked the zipper on her jeans, giving him a glimpse of white lace.
    He shoved the swatch aside and slipped his hand inside to caress her. His reward was Ariana’s cry as she pressed upwards and into his thrusts. Reeling from the sensations, he shoved her jeans down to her ankles and threw off her shoes. The sight of smooth, glistening skin made his mouth water, and with a flick of his wrist, he tore the rest of her clothes away.
    With frantic movements, Ariana tried to tug the zipper of his jeans now, but he batted her hands away and took care of it himself.
    Ariana murmured her approval and closed her fingers around his length. “You feel like silk,” she whispered in a dreamy voice.
    His hand captured her wrist. “You can’t do that. I want to be inside you.” Wrapping her legs around his waist, he plunged into her then held himself perfectly still.
    “I still remember this,” he whispered against her hair. He knew he wouldn’t last long once he started thrusting into her, no matter how much he wanted to extend the few minutes he had with her.
    “Move with me, Joaquin. Let me feel you,” she commanded, her nails scoring his shoulders. Her hips began to move, impatient for his participation. “Now, Joaquin.”
    He didn’t have a choice. His body took over, demanding the release. His hips began to pump, and he thrust in and out of her while Ariana screamed his name and writhed against him.
    His vision greyed, his body tightening in anticipation of the impending release. Ariana tipped her head back, and the golden expanse of her throat and the pleasurable little sounds she made proved to be his undoing. He sank his teeth deep. Her spicy blood spurted over his tongue, and his climax broke free almost immediately, his body thrusting one last time as his cries mingled with hers.
    He bumped his forehead against hers. “I’ve missed this.”
    She touched her hand to her neck. “Well, that was a definite first.”
    As realization dawned, Joaquin withdrew, the taste of her blood still clinging to his lips. “Ariana, I...” He broke off, his gaze riveted to her face.
    Her hand went to the wound, her fingers covering the tiny pinpricks. “Don’t look so shocked. It didn’t hurt,” she whispered. “Actually, it felt kind of erotic.”
    He blinked at her. “What?”
    “When you took my blood, it didn’t hurt.”
    Joaquin’s hands clenched into fists. How could she not know? Was it possible for Charon to have kept her in the dark for the past months? If so, the sorcery he’d suspected was stronger than he’d imagined.  
     

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    He dressed too quietly, and Ariana’s insides quivered. She couldn’t imagine what was going on his mind, but in hers, questions catapulted over questions. Not only had her inability to kill Joaquin surfaced, but her desire to do so had faded. And that had her asking why. 
     She straightened her clothes before asking, “So what’s next? You try to kill me since it’s obvious I can’t make the kill?” When he didn’t respond, nerves gnawed at her stomach. “Isn’t that what you came here for? Has one bout of really good sex changed your mind? I didn’t think vampires were so choosy about where their next meal came