No hoops here, but he seems interested.Veryinterested.And so am I.
He deepens the kiss then, our mouths fused together in lust and passion.I surrender to the embrace, to him.
I’ll do anything for him.
Anything.
And that thought at once seems so right.
And so wrong.
This isn’t me.
This isn’t Hannah Bates.
Oh, but it is.
This man.This kiss—
He jerks away, breaking the kiss and panting, his eyes wide and feral.
I touch my lips, let my fingers roam over where he was.Swollen, puffy, sensitive.And still wanting more.
“I don’t understand,” he says.
Is he speaking to me?
“What?”I ask.
He grabs a fistful of my hair.“God, I want to fuck you.”
I close my palm around his warm fist.“What’s stopping you?”
His mouth comes down on mine once more.
5
I’m an animal, now.No longer human or vampire.
An animal, feral and primal, instinct taking over for reason, for intuition, for emotion.
Give yourself to him. Fuck him.
Matewith him.
Our tongues tangle and duel.Our hearts pound in synchrony.Our bodies throb in tandem.He pushes his erection against me, and my legs weaken as electricity pulses between them.
He’ll jump through all kinds of hoops to get to you.
God, yes.
All I want is him, kissing me, touching me, fucking me into oblivion.
Except—
No!
I push against his hard chest, our lips releasing with a smack.