Free Kandace and the Beast by Shay Savage Page B

mutilated body on the ground and stands.  His eyes are wild.  His chest rises and falls with deep, labored breaths.  The knife in his hand drips blood onto the sand as he turns his feral gaze to me.
    I feel my pulse throb between my legs as I gasp.  I’ve never laid eyes on this man before, but my body’s reaction to his gaze is immediate and undeniable.  Bastian’s tight muscles ripple as he moves closer, wiping the blade on his arm.  I can’t take my eyes off his perfectly tanned and toned body.
    He takes a step closer to me as he drops the bloodied knife into the sand.  I know I should step away from this crazed killer, but I don’t move.  I’m captivated by the look of unbridled lust in his eyes.
    For me or for the blood?
    He takes another step toward me, stopping only a foot away from where I stand.  I watch him lick his lips, and the throb between my legs makes itself known again.
    “Kandace…”
    How does he know my name?
    He starts to reach for me but stops suddenly as he looks at his blood-covered hand.  He drags his tongue over his lips again, and I see his throat bob as he swallows.
    “Your hands are bleeding,” I say softly.
    “It’s not my blood.”
    “Still…”  I take a deep breath as I look from his hands to the edge of the water.  “Come on.  Let’s get you washed off.”
    He follows me to the waves, and I carefully cup my hands to collect water to wash his hands and arms.  The salt water mixes with the blood, diluting it as it washes the red streaks away.  It only takes a moment before his skin is cleaned of blood.  There was so much of it—how did it come off so quickly?
    I take his large hands in mine and run my thumbs over his palms.  They are rough and callused—the hands of a man who knows how to use them and use them well.  I turn his hands over, carefully checking them for injury, but they look perfect.  There’s no more blood, no bruising, no scratches on them at all.
    None of this makes sense.  I know it doesn’t, but my mind can’t seem to focus on the disbelief.  All my attention is on the man next to me.  My eyes are filled with the sight of the sun glistening on his back and the curve of his biceps.  I can smell the musky scent of his skin and feel the heat from his body as he stands close to me.  It’s more brilliant than the heat from the equatorial sun.
    My heart beats quickly in my chest.  I’m finding it difficult to control my breathing, and my thighs are clenching together against my will.  I swallow hard against the lump in my throat, wondering what I am supposed to do or say now.
    I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life.
    Bastian wraps his fingers around my hands, squeezes them briefly, and then traces his fingers up my arms.  He rests his hands on my shoulders for a moment as he stares at me.  The wild, uncontrolled look is back in his eyes.
    I drop my gaze to his full lips.  He moistens them with his tongue, and I know exactly what he’s about to do.  My whole body seems to know.  There’s a tingling sensation starting at the bottom of my feet and working its way up my legs.  I feel sweat beginning to form between my shoulder blades.
    He crashes his mouth to mine.  This is no gentle first kiss.  There is no build up, no pause before he touches his lips to mine.  His kiss possesses me with no room for argument, no option but to surrender to his will.  By the time he breaks away, I’m panting, and the stubble from his chin has left my skin raw.
    The kiss feels amazing.
    “I need you.”  His tone is quiet and deep.  It sends a shiver up and down my spine even before he reaches out and grasps me tightly around the waist.  As our bodies press together, I feel his huge, hard cock pressed firmly against my pubic bone.  “Now.”
    I’m on my back in the sand.  I don’t know what happened to my clothes or to his; I only know they’re gone.  His skin is against mine, and his hard, throbbing, nine-inch-long cock is