Free Immortal Craving: Immortal Heart by Magen McMinimy, Cynthia Shepp Page B

Part of him, the part he hated, wanted to remind her how well they had once fit. That at one time he was all she needed to be strong.
    Fear and longing spiked in Kat as she asked him, “And what’s your way, Kale?”
    He ran a finger down her cheek and clasped the back of her neck. “You need a real feeding. We were always good at this part… I think we can at least agree on that.”
    Anticipation ran rampant through Kat’s body as Kale pulled her face to his. Their lips met in a stiff kiss before the familiarity of everything Kale wrapped around her. His lips parted and she melted into him; her tongue dancing at a frantic rhythm as need and hunger bit at the edges of her sanity.
    This was different then all the feeds before… even different than the heat and need that had burned between them all those years ago. It was stronger—binding and heady. He tasted like heaven, sin, and pure pleasurable ecstasy. Satisfaction and a need for more of him hammered at her as she took in the power of his chi.
    “Kale.” She groaned his name as she pulled her lips from his and dropped her head.
    “What the fuck was that?” Kale muttered against her hair.
    So he had felt too. The strength and need of something she couldn’t explain tying them together with a nearly tangible force.
    Kat shook her head, lifting her face back to his. “I don’t kno—”
    Kale didn’t let her finish as he crushed his lips back against hers. Kat ran her fingers through his onyx hair, pulling him closer while shifting her position to straddle him.
    Kale ran a hand between them and pulled free the silk tie around her waist. The fabric fell open, revealing the flat, yet toned, planes of her stomach. The red silk caught only on the round mounds of her perfect breasts.
    Kale slid a hand between her legs to cup her ass, lifting her and breaking the contact between their lips. With his free hand, he caressed her leg and pulled it over his shoulder.
    “Kale,” she moaned, making him move fast to lift her other leg over his shoulder.
    “My way,” he reminded her.
    He wanted his lips between her legs. He wanted to taste her… he needed to taste her. His tongue needed to feel her soft skin, to caress her bundle of nerves as he drank in her sweet scent with each stroke of his tongue.
    Cupping her ass with both hands, he lifted her to him, his tongue snaking out to circle her hypersensitive bud of nerves. He slid his hands further up her backside, catching Kats’ weight as she arched back. Her hands fell to the arms of the chair to help support her weight; though she knew full well she was in very capable hands. Kale could support her weight without breaking a sweat.
    He was more talented then she had remembered, his piercing adding a level of pleasure she wasn’t quite prepared for. Each lave of his tongue was like fire over every fold of her most intimate parts. Kat lost control of her better judgment and simply fell into the searing pleasure each stroke spurred in her.
    A long, low moan of his name pushed Kale to move his tongue faster over her clit, slipping his hand down her back to slip two fingers deep inside of her, letting her pleasure coat his fingers. Her climax shoved her into a dizzying orgasm prolonged by his persistent strokes against her seared flesh.
    Not fully in control yet, Kat slipped her legs from Kale’s shoulders as he lowered her back down to his lap, his thumb taking over where his mouth had just been.
    Kat grabbed his face, crushing her swollen lips to his, taking in his chi, tasting herself on his lips as she rode out the remaining spasms of her orgasm. The orgasm that had just wreaked havoc on her heart, body, and soul. She was sated, but wanted more. Yet her heart was going to get tangled and shredded in thorns of what could have been, what never truly was, and what it was now feeling.
    She still loved Kale.
    Pressing one last, lingering kiss to his lips, she pulled her robe tightly closed, pushed off him, and disappeared