I breathed down her neck and let my other hand roam high on her ribcage, focusing on every delicate bone beneath her skin so I could fight the need to slip my hand beneath her tank top and feel the weight of her breast in my palm.
“Zane,” Guinevere gasped my name like a prayer. “What—”
I leaned back enough to look into her bright, lust-filled eyes. “Inspiring your hunger.”
I dipped her into an arch, and as her head fell back, I pressed my lips to the throbbing pulse point of her neck. I could smell her need, feel her lust, and even sense her overwhelming desire to fight it. But my incubus was too powerful for her to ignore. She was ready to climb me like a damn tree.
But she wasn’t the only one turned on by our sensual dance.
I’d never truly provoked her in this manner, which was probably a good thing, because my incubus soul reacted with the same desperate need. I was alarmed at how fast he roared. He lunged to the surface, demanding to taste her, and the command was so powerful, so undeniable, that I gave in before I even realized what was happening.
I jerked her out of the sensual dip and claimed her mouth with mine.
I shouldn’t have done it. I’d lost control, something I’d never done before, something I hadn’t meant to do now. But the moment I tasted her, I was lost to her.
Guinevere gave into my kiss without hesitation, her lips parting, inviting me in, and our tongues tangled together in a new dance. She moaned into my mouth, making my dick throb with need, and I deepened the embrace, devouring her with every ounce of my being.
I couldn’t stop, my desire for her overruling my thoughts and demolishing all semblance of logic until I was consumed by the lust and the hunger thriving between us.
Fuck it all, I thought.Fuck. It. All.
Chapter Nine
Gwen
Zane’s kissing me.
Likereallykissing me.
And oh, it felt so, so good.
I slid my arms around his neck, holding him to me, losing myself in his touch and reveling in his masculine scent.Spice and man. Mmm.
I had always enjoyed his natural cologne, had dreamt of it many nights, but had never experienced it like this—all wrapped up in hot, delicioussex. Because he oozed sensuality from his pores, just like an incubus should. And it was so perfect, so beautiful, soright.
Except… was it truly right? Did he actually want me the way I desired him?
“Inspiring your hunger.”
Those three words rolled around in my mind on repeat, his reason for seducing me a slap against my senses. He wanted to rile me up so I would pick a human target. A mark. Subject a mortal to potential death by unknown hands.
And he was using my attraction to him as a way of persuading me to do it.
This wasn’t about craving me or wanting to actually assuage my thirst. He wanted to amp it up so I would pick a mortal to suck on instead.
Disappointment crashed into me, washing away my excitement in lieu of brutal reality.
Zane’s kiss turned to ash in my mouth. His searing palm slid higher to cup my breast, and I wanted to let him. I wanted to give in, lean into his hand, feel him touch me in the way I’d always dreamed.
But I couldn’t.
I wasn’t a naïve little girl, no matter what he wanted to think, and the truth stared me right in the face. The truth had claws and his tongue in my mouth.
This wasn’t real. Zane didn’t want me. Not really. I was nothing more than an errant child being coaxed into a chore.
I caught his wrist and pushed him away, my breast immediately aching from the loss of his caress.
“Thanks,” I said bitterly, stepping out of his grasp. “I’m ready now.”
