Page 54 of The Vampire's Storm

His body was on fire with the same need he saw in her.

“Then I’m going to press you up against this wall, rip your panties down and fuck you harder than you’ve been fucked before.”

“Okay.”

Jesus.

She needed to tell him no. In fact, he needed her to say no.

I cannot fuck a human.

Yet, right now, he wasn’t sure he wanted to stop.

Brooklyn shuddered so hard she almost lost her footing, but Logan held her face, his vampire strength keeping her steady.

Fight me, little mouse.

“Now?” she asked, and a growl rippled in the back of his throat as his cock jutted against his zipper.

She’s only agreeing because she thinks I’m going to kill her instead.

Isn’t she?

Had he gone too far? Well, okay, yes, he had. But she wasn’t this submissive. She could call for help.

Which left only one alternative...

Brooklyn wanted to fuck him.

Motherfucker.

Well, then. If the little mouse wanted to play, he would. But she might regret it.

“Is that a yes?” Logan asked, and before she could complete a nod, his incisors slipped out. She needed to know exactly what she was doing before he made another move. “You’d just fuck any vampire that threatened you. Just drop to your knees and suck his cock?”

Her mouth parted. “No, I...you said...”

“I said,” he growled, “that I would wait outside, but you came out and...offered yourself to me.”

Still, she just blinked, desire sizzling like a winter fire in those big eyes of hers.

Game on then, little mouse.

He took another step, pushing her back into the wall.

“Brooklyn,” he growled in warning, giving her one last chance.

She let out a mewl which snapped the last thread of control inside him.

Fuck.

Pressing against her soft feminine curves, sparks exploded around them as his hand slid down her neck and cupped her breast.

“Fucking kiss me, human.”

His mouth slammed down onto hers as she cried out with guttural greed.

Motherfucker.