The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book Three
The apocalypse looms ever closer! Steamy romance, heart-stopping action, seductive vampires, magic that defies nature, sprinkles of dark-humor, and, as always, the everlasting bonds of friendship.
Hannah's strug...
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The emotional agony she had been carrying since that phone call with Kane ended was gone. The moment she stared into his tired green eyes and felt his hand squeeze hers, nothing mattered except this. Her body melded against his, strong arms holding her flush with a fast-rising chest and the desperate slide of their lips, both gasping as if they needed each other to breathe.
There's so much to say.
Her dad's alive. She hadn't seen him except in passing when she'd run through the house to the back bedrooms the moment Kiernan told her where Kane had been for the last few days.
Days.
Kane needed to know that it had been three days. She'd been told on the drive here by Lucas that after an hour, Kane had taken a breath. But he never awoke. It was as if he was waiting for her to arrive. She'd only been sitting on the edge of the bed for a few minutes when he opened his eyes and smiled at her.
Kane needed to know that Reid wasn't okay. Lucas told her that Reid refused to get out of bed, staring off with the blankets pulled to his chin and only responding with one-word answers or grunts.
Kane needed to know that she had conjured dark magic. She had the most intense pain of her life, and then nothing. There was always a payment, but she had yet to know what it was. She could feel a taste of the corruption lingering in her soul, and she had been afraid to call on her magic for fear that it would be twisted with a hunger for more of the exhilaration she had felt when she had held that forbidden power in her mind.
But her thoughts weren't coherent enough for logic, not when fingers grasped her hair, deepening their kiss, and his other hand slid to the back of her thigh, callouses catching on soft skin.
"Take off your underwear," Kane said lowly. The rumble of desire in his voice made her clench her thighs. He had just woken up from a three-day coma, and he was ordering her around gruffly and sexily. This man. "And your hair. Take it out."
Her breath hitched, and she quickly obeyed with an eagerness that had her blushing. Kane didn't talk a lot in bed. He mostly made her scream his name while he brought her to the edge of insanity, but this was a welcomed shift. She dropped her underwear to be lost in the messy sheets and pulled her hair from its tie.
Kane grunted his approval. His lust-blown green eyes took on a slight glow of awakening magic. She wondered if hers were as well. If they were, he didn't comment on it, pulling her to straddle him.
They both moaned when she settled astride his hips.
She felt him shift beneath her, her breath coming quicker as he pushed down his grey track pants, bare skin brushing hers. She tensed in anticipation for him to take her, but instead, unhurried fingers slipped between her legs. They caressed the place that made her squirm, and when she moaned softly, they filled her teasingly.
She covered her mouth, but he quickly dragged her palm away. He grasped her hair and stifled her panting moans and whimpers against his smiling lips. Smug bastard.
