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An excerpt from ACACIA
Helia
craved the strength she felt in the arms of this virtual stranger. She
didn’t understand it. Didn’t really want to. Trusting him had been easy
from first sight, which had only been a week ago. Still, her own
contacts had found nothing yet about her father. Aeron might be her only
hope of finding her father alive, or whatever version of life the
vampires had.
After sharing a world with the undying ones, she should know more about them than she did. Instead, she’d allowed vampire to become no more than a word that meant different. But Aeron didn’t feel so very different. If anything, he felt like a better match than any human man ever had before.
His cool strength enveloped her while one hand slowly stroked up and down her back, soothing her like a child.
But
she wasn’t a child. The casual touch sent waves of pleasure vibrating
through her body, tightening her desire, making it obvious that her body
wanted more than just to be held. She’d wanted more right from the
first moment she’d met him. More… of everything he had to offer and yet,
for a week they had only danced around the attraction.
She was done dancing.
Helia
turned just enough to bring her face up before his. His hooded grey
eyes burned with something fierce, something she should have been afraid
of, but it wasn’t fear that welled up in a tight knot, sizzling
awareness over her skin. She brought her lips to his, while his
descended to claim hers.
They came together with a crash of passion. Nothing light or gentle would be found between them, at least not this time.
His
fingers burrowed into her bound golden hair, freeing it, flinging the
small hair band and netting aside. His mouth continued to ravage hers.
His grip on her hair tightened, turning her into the kiss.
She
wasn’t one to be led, but he was racing toward exactly where she wanted
to go. With her body held so tightly, she was crushed against him.
Still, she tore at the front of his clothing, opening it enough to slide
her palms over his chest.
His
skin was cooler than hers, but the flesh was too tempting to turn away
from. His chest was broad, and his body corded with lean muscle. She let
her hands explore lower.
Aeron
gasped against her mouth, tearing free to trail fiery kisses down her
neck. “I want you, Helia. I need you.” Fang tips scraped deliciously
over her skin. His hands dipped down over her ass, cupping and lifting,
pressing the junction of her thighs hard against his erection.
“Yes,” she moaned. Her world shrank to where they touched. Nothing else existed now or had ever been.
The
thick heavy demand of flesh calling to flesh was emphasized by his low
growl. “I’ll have you.” Then he was a whirl of motion. His hands dragged
her from the floor. He surged up and forward until they crashed into
the smooth plas-form wall.
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