Linda Winstead Jones & Lisa Childs & Bonnie Vanak by Holiday;a Vampire III

Author:Holiday;a Vampire III
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-06-04T14:13:52+00:00

“Never,” he promised, even though he feared it was a vow he would eventually have to break. His fingers shook as he fought the buttons free on the shirt she wore—his shirt. Possessiveness gripped him, filling him with satisfaction. She was his. He parted the shirt then pushed it from her shoulders. His breath left his lungs in a ragged sigh. “You are so beautiful…”

Despite her thinness, she had generous curves. Full breasts, dark pink nipples tilting up from the honey-hued mounds. Soft hips sloped from a tiny waist. He skimmed his fingers down her sides, over her silky skin. She shivered again.

“You’re cold,” he said, cursing the fact he’d had to hide her here—underground. Even if he wasn’t hiding her, he’d have to stay here…as the sun was bound to rise soon. Consignment to life in the dark, that was the curse of his existence. Could he ask her to share it?

She shook her head. “I’m not cold.”

But he lifted the tray from the mattress, setting it atop the bedside table where she’d dropped her grandmother’s picture. He hadn’t kept it all these years to remember Carolina Briggs; he’d kept it to remember his own foolishness in asking anyone to become his bride.

When he reached for the blankets to pull them over her naked body, she caught his wrist, her nails nipping at his skin. “I’m not cold,” she repeated, “I’m hungry.”

Before he could retrieve the tray, she reached for the snap of his pants. A laugh rumbled first in his chest, then his throat. The vibration eased his urgency, calming his anxiety over their predicament. He hadn’t laughed in so long.

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