Free Wicked Game by Bethan Tear Page B

her breath, trying to calm herself and not cry like she so badly wanted to but then she heard him on the stairs, the tell-tale creak and she reacted automatically by locking the door. It was all she could do, it was only the power she had over him and it wasn't enough to keep him out, not if he truly wanted to get in. She needed solitude, time to think, time to mope.
                  “You can't avoid this forever,” his sinister voice came through the door, sounding so close, voicing the very thing she was so afraid to hear. “Sooner or later...I will have you.”
                  “Please,” she implored, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth, “Just give me tonight. One night is all I ask. I just want to be alone.”
                  “As you wish.”
                  She heard him leave, the creak of the stairs, the sound of the door opening and closing. She rushed to the window and drew back the curtain in time to see a tall, dark, menacing figure striding down the garden path with purpose, snowflakes flecking his dishevelled red hair. He didn't look back once as he crossed the road and vanished into the shadows.
                  Her shoulders sagged with relief, needing the respite, unable to bear the presence of him knowing what she knew, knowing that she had no choice but to accept him into her bed, to humour him, to surrender to him, to have sex with him or be burdened by him forever.
                  She didn't hear him return that night and retired to bed alone, her heart aching, knowing that when the dawn came her innocence might very well come with it.
                 
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    He pressed long, lingering, bloody kisses to her breast as she squirmed beneath him, her body burning, responding to his lust as it brushed her hip, inviting his touch and begging for more with every breath. His tongue flicked out, serpent like, and lightly licked the nipple before taking it into his mouth. She sighed and he turned his attention to the other breast, teasing it with his teeth, nibbling on the nipple, his breath hot and inhuman on his skin as he stroked the other breast, leaving neither neglected for long.
                  Hazelle's vision was misty and shiny pleasure, her flesh tingling in every single place he touched her, whether it was with his fingers, his lips, his tongue or his swelling manhood. Her skin was so sensitive, to his every caress, his every kiss. He was so enthralling, so bewitching that it was impossible to look away from his luscious lips and talented tongue, from his untamed hair and enchanting dark eyes currently dilated with depraved, demonic desire. He was uncivilised, inhumane, irredeemable and she wanted him, more than she had ever wanted anything else in her entire life. Nothing else mattered in the heat of passion, when all she could concentrate on, all she could care about was his skin gliding against hers as their lips danced with such harmony it made her head spin.
                  She was lost to lust, too disorientated and dizzy with desire, helpless against the irrefutable appetite and longing she'd harboured for Kaden since she first clapped eyes on him, primed for sex and as naked as the day hell had spawned him. He was a devoted lover indulging all her fantasies, all her wishes, and she gave everything to him freely and without regret, with no walls between them, no boundaries, no secrets, no lies and no locks. There was only her and him, him and her, and she wanted him inside of her, heart, mind, body and soul. She wanted him so badly it hurt.
                  She didn't even flinch as his nails grew, developing into curved black claws that tickled her breasts. His eyes darkened more so, it that was possible, all the white was obliterated by obsidian light, and in them she saw the beast that had come scratching at her door, the brute her body begged for. He was here