Kresley Cole

Resisting Kari was not Abyssian Infernas’s strong suit.

“You’d risk her?” Melanthe said. “So apparently you didn’t love her during her previous life.”
I adored her, would have done anything for her.

those coiled patterns looked like . . . flames.

those coiled patterns looked like . . . flames.

His breaths grew ragged, tickling the tip of her sensitive ear, and she nearly moaned.

She had the insane urge to snatch his long black hair and yank him down for a kiss.

“You’ll wear whatever I command you to,” he said, his voice even huskier than usual.

He flattened her hand against his chest, straightening her fingers. He didn’t seem to notice that he’d placed her palm right over a nipple. Her lips parted, her attention dipping.

His impossibly large dick was hard again. Stunned by the sight, she stopped fighting for just a moment; he slid the ring on,

Pinning her gaze with his own, he shifted her hand on his chest. And again. Oh, yes, he’d noticed the placement of her hand, and now he was forcing her to pet him.

Her overstimulated body responded, loving the feel of his chiseled muscles. No, he was a monster! “I don’t want to touch you.”

He peered at her stiff nipples straining against her threadbare bra. “Do you not?” How could three words sound so arrogant? Smirking, he rubbed his tongue over one fang; his tongue was pointed! He looked like he was about to lean in and suckle her.

She’d never had her nipples kissed before. Her breaths shallowed as she imagined what his lips would feel like closing over a peak. His mouth would be so hot. His pointed tongue would flick the tip, circling it. . . .

Gripping her wrists with one hand, he lowered his other to rest upon one of her thighs. He inched it higher . . .

Higher . . .

She bit back a whimper, battling the urge to rock her hips in invitation. “Never.”

“Then why do I scent your arousal, little female?”