Page 17 of Bite The Power That Feeds

“I’m sorry.” His voice rang with truth. And his eyes shone with it.

My eyes flicked away.

“Please don’t be angry with me—”

“I’m not.”

He studied me a moment longer. “Then why is there this distance between us?”

I’d kept him at arm’s length since we’d stepped into the same room. I’d made sure not to stare. Made sure not to show an ounce of emotion. “It’s complicated.”

“No, it’s not.” His tone became clipped.

I looked away.

“Tell me.”

It took me a moment to muster the courage to look at him again. “You were right about everything…and I’m ashamed.”

The hardness in his gaze immediately softened.

“You asked me to stay, and I left.”

“I’m not the kind of man to hold a grudge.”

“You’re not?” I whispered.

Slowly, that handsome smile returned to his lips. “Not with you.”

“After everything my people have done, you should despise me the way Viper does.”

“I’ve always been more of a lover than a fighter.” The smile stayed, warmer than sunshine on a spring afternoon.

“I’m serious.”

“As am I.” His eyes smiled too, glowed like moonlight on a clear night. “And by the way, the whole queen thing is a huge turn-on.”

I looked away and muffled the chuckle that escaped.

“And as I said…I like that dress.” His eyes dropped down and roamed over every inch of my body.

The heat burned my cheeks even more. “Are you hitting on me?” I’d said the same thing to him when I was trapped in that cell. He kept coming on to me, kept soliciting sex from me in exchange for freedom, which was disgusting…but also a turn-on.

His grin vanished as he moved closer me, his hand sliding into my hair as he brought his lips down on mine. His arm hooked around the small of my back, and he squeezed me to him with a masculine pull.

The second his mouth was on mine, it all came rushing back. The emotions. The passion. The fire.

His fingers squeezed the fabric of my dress and made it rise farther as his lips caressed mine, feeling my lips with purpose, giving me his breath and taking mine in return.

My fingers met the hardness of his armor. No matter what I touched, it was cold steel. The only place where I could feel flesh was his face, so I cupped his cheeks as I let his mouth ravish mine.

He slowly backed me up to the table, his hands still grabbing and grasping, his tongue meeting mine with a quiet moan. His hand gripped one of my ass cheeks before he lifted me onto the table and moved between my thighs. With our mouths level, our kisses intensified, growing heated and hard. Sometimes our teeth knocked together, and sometimes we swallowed each other’s moans. He yanked down the zipper at my back, so my dress dropped several inches, revealing my tits. He grabbed each one as he continued the kiss, his thumb flicking over my nipple firmly.

My fingers worked his trousers, getting them loose enough underneath his armor so he could pop free. My hands returned to his arms and shoulders, feeling the plates of armor with disappointment, wishing I could feel the powerful muscles that used to bulge at my touch.

He yanked me to the edge and tugged on my panties until they came free and got caught around a single ankle. Our kisses grew louder as we grabbed on to each other, quickly bringing our bodies into place so we could finally be reunited.

He aligned himself at my entrance and then gave a harsh shove.