She touched his arm, and his control shattered. Whipping around, he grabbed her shoulders. Her eyes went wide as he pushed her against the wall, crushing her with his body.
“Is this what you want?” he demanded. “To see me lose control as that poor bastard fiancé of yours did? Remember that I, too, suffer under Saffira’s curse.”
Unexpectedly, he felt her relax between him and the cold wall. His own tension coiled tighter as her supple form curved to his rigid one.
“I don’t believe you want to hurt me,” she whispered. “I don’t believe you can.”
Her lips were so close to his, he could taste the flavor of her breath. It swirled through his head like smoke, coiled down into his gut, intensifying the craving that he could scarcely control. Only with her did he feel human. Only with her was he free even within his own mind.
And yet he could not let her take this step out of guilt. To allow that would be an affront to them both.
“You said the same about the American.”
Her gaze touched his lips. “He wasn’t himself.”
“But I am me.”
“I know.” She slipped her arms around his waist and lifted her lips to his.
Nicholas would gladly have died then. The love he tasted on her sweet lips eased his tortured soul with the flavor of nectar. Heaven-sent, she was, and he knew she’d never kissed Terrell or any other man in this way. Her fingers were still against his back, her body barely touching his. Only her lips moved, and they did so barely parted, innocent and soft, as if she had no inkling of their sensuous power. Resistance faltering beneath her innocent onslaught, he eased his cruel grip, and his hands slipped between her and the stone wall. Holding her close, he deepened the kiss, easing her lips apart, tasting fully of what she so sweetly offered…what he so desperately craved.
Wait Until Moonrise by Teri Thackston