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Diego Viteri has lived for centuries with only one
real goal, to avenge himself against the one who
destroyed the man that he was and created the creature
he is now. He is suffering a growing loneliness that
is becoming impossible to ignore. His only reason for
not ending his life is to see that Brakka is served his
justice and then, Diego can rest.
The last thing he is expecting is to have an encounter
with a human woman who is willing to jump between himself
and Brakka during a harsh and bloody battle. Their one
meeting changes everything for Diego, bringing to life
emotions and wants that he has long believed to be as
dead as he is.
As he follows Titania and her band, his needs reshape into
something that he can’t ignore. Before he knows what he
has done, he bonds with her and sets into motion the very
thing he swore he would never do to another person. He has
shared his curse and in the process may have very well
killed her. And there is only one choice to be made to try
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His hand covered hers where she cradled his cheek, and
he could not resist, could not find the strength to any
longer. He watched her, waiting for fear, apprehension,
anything to stop him. It never came as he dipped his head
to hers.
Her lips were so soft, so warm, he burst into flame at her
touch. She was the sweetest breath of life he had ever tasted.
Heat flared, roared to life between them.
He snapped up, his heart racing. Every fiber, every nerve ached,
needed. He had never felt this.
She sat up slowly, clutching the robe when the blanket fell
to her lap. Her hand lifted to her lips. “What was that?” Her
eyes were wide, staring at him. They glittered with a sapphire
magic.
His voice vanished. He plunged his hand into her hair, holding
her. He slanted his lips to hers and felt the fire again.
Heat, hungry desire swamped him. He seduced her mouth,
caressed and sipped.
Diego was going to explode into heat where he sat. Satin
skin, rich, fragrant hair, soft lips. He wanted more. He
demanded entry into her moist heat and growled when she
opened for him, hearing her whimpers. Her hand had found
his hair, held him as tightly. Passion had eclipsed all
other thoughts. He enfolded her into his embrace, pulling
her into his chest. Wanting her warmth, needing her
physical touch.
He kissed the corner of her delicious mouth, traveling
with tender brushes to her temple, hearing the erratic
pounding of her heart. The sweet call of blood, rushing
hotly through her body. Her scent invaded his every cell,
and where she touched, he felt her caresses through every
pore.
His tongue moved, and he found the tip of his fang. Burning
lust overrode reason. “Give yourself to me. Only to me,”
he breathed. “Just a taste.”
Titania’s skin was so soft beneath his touch, his hungers
beating at him, yet his strong arms remained gentle. She made
a faint, kittenish sound deep in her throat, and his body
tightened. His lips moved over burning skin, feeling the pulse
of her under his seeking caresses.
He breathed her name. The hand she held the robe with rose
over his shoulders, and he shook beneath her palm. He had to
have a taste, just a taste. To know her, her every thought,
her every wish, hope and desire.
He slid gently down the length of her silken neck, tasting her
with flicks of his tongue, sipping at the sensuous, sculpted
beauty of her. He inhaled, found the scent that belonged only
to her. Spring rain and heat. A seductress in his arms. Blood
raged through his body, through hers.
“Say yes,” he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. He
laved his tongue against her and felt her pulse leap in answer.
Her body tensed with awakening sensations. The scrape of his
teeth bringing her breathing to a standstill. He needed her
to give this to him. He realized he needed her to take his next
breath, but he would not take unless she gave. He suckled gently
at her pulse, bringing her own hungers to a crying pitch. “Just
a taste, cara. Say yes.”
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