Page 99 of His Darkest Desire

Had those words come from anyone else, Kinsley would’ve refuted them. But from Vex…she believed them. Felt them.

He cupped her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, as his long, clever fingers stroked and pinched her nipples. Her clit twitched with his every caress. Brow furrowed, Kinsley clung to his shoulders and caught her bottom lip with her teeth. Heat pooled in her core as her pussy swelled with need.

Faint tremors coursed through his hands, and he released a shaky breath.

Then it occurred to her—Vex had been trapped in this place for centuries. Alone.

Kinsley brushed a strand of hair back from his face, hooking it behind his long, pointed ear. “You don’t have to hold back, Vex.”

“Ah, Kinsley,” he purred. “My restraint is not for your sake, but my own. I mean to savor every moment.”

Vex leaned forward. His tongue slipped out, and he licked a path up between her breasts, making her heart quicken. “I’ve awaited this for so long. Awaited you.”

Turning his face, he captured her nipple in his mouth and sucked.

Kinsley gasped at the thrilling sensation.

He dropped his other hand to her ass, curling his fingers in a tight, possessive grip as he tugged her closer. A whimper escaped Kinsley, and her eyelids fell shut. She thrust her fingers into his hair, needing something to hold onto, something to ground her.

And then she felt his tongue. It swirled around her nipple and split, its twin pointed tips lavishing her flesh. Her knees nearly buckled. It was heaven, it was bliss, sending tingling currents through her and making her sex clench. She never wanted it to stop.

Liquid heat seeped from her, dampening her inner thighs, which she squeezed together. It did nothing to alleviate the heavy, hollow ache growing in her core. She needed more.

“Vex,” Kinsley breathed.

He released her nipple, though not before grazing it with a fang. “You need not beg, Kinsley…but I shan’t forbid you.”

“Please.” She clutched his hair and arched toward him. “Please don’t stop.”

He chuckled as he ran his nose up between her breasts, his breath hot against her skin. “Mayhap I should make you beg. I do love the sound of it.”

Kinsley opened her eyes and met his gaze. There was a teasing light within its depths that matched the curve of his upturned lips. This was a side of Vex she’d never seen, a side she might never have imagined he possessed.

And somehow, she knew he’d never shown it to anyone else. This was just for her.

“Touch me, Vex.” She released his hair to cup his jaw. “Kiss me.”

Vex’s otherworldly gaze softened, and he reached up to wrap his hand around the back of her neck. He pulled her down until their lips were but a breath apart. Kinsley stared into those eyes, which glimmered in the firelight.

“My moonlight, I shall give my all to fulfill your every desire.”

He pressed his burning lips to hers. Kinsley’s lashes fluttered closed again as she fell into the kiss. Their mouths caressed and nipped, their tongues flicked and coaxed, and Vex held her captive as he deepened the kiss.

His claws bit into the skin of her ass, but the sensation only heightened the pleasure unfurling within her. She returned her hands to his shoulders as she leaned further into the kiss, into him, breathing in his heady oakmoss and amber scent.

The kiss was carnal and tender, ravenous and generous, utterly intoxicating. His split tongue twined around hers, its every stroke making her core pulse. Her slick ran down her inner thighs, and it felt as though she were on the verge of coming from his kiss alone.

Too soon, he pulled his mouth away. Kinsley swayed toward him, desperate for more, but his strong hand stopped her by angling her head to the side. The brush of his lips and the scrape of his fangs blazed a trail along her jaw, dipping lower and lower.

“I will taste every bit of you, Kinsley,” he rasped against her neck.

His tongue swept along her collarbone before his kisses continued down between her breasts, which ached with need and thrummed with the memory of his attentions. But he only continued downward, his hand sliding along her spine to follow his progress.

When he reached her belly, he pulled his head back. Releasing her ass, he hooked the tip of a claw behind her navel piercing, lifting it gently. The teardrop moonstone glittered as the light hit it from a new angle.

“This pleases me.” He brushed his thumb across the stone. “But it is too plain.”

Soft green light, like dim, ghostly fire, enveloped his hand, but it produced no heat. That light—that magic—snaked out to either side of her piercing, solidifying into the tiny, delicate links of a chain. Kinsley’s skin tingled as the cool metal settled against it.