Page 61 of The Immortal’s Mark

My thoughts try to drift to Kevin. I yank them back.

Des’s lips part.

I follow his lead.

When his tongue slides inside my mouth, my core turns molten. My entire body runs hot. Sweat trickles down my spine.

He continues to kiss me without reservation. No hesitation.

Whatever possesses the powerful Immortal remains in control.

This is all so much, too much.

But I don’t want it to stop.

I can’t stop.

My hands dive into his thick hair, and I drag my nails down across his scalp.

A deep growl vibrates from his throat.

He presses me closer, and his teeth catch my bottom lip.

A pathetic whimper leaves me.

He goes still.

No, no, no!

I surge back into him, lips finding his with unbridled passion and unfettered restraint.

Des kisses me back with one long, delicious beat, then groans and peels my hands from him, pinning my wrists lightly to my sides.

He pulls back, and his forehead drops to mine.

“Timeout,” he whispers, voice scratchy.

I twist under his hands, desperate to draw him closer. “I don’t want a timeout.”

The words come out shameless, and heat flames my cheeks a second too late.

He huffs a broken laugh. “I didn’t come in here to make out with you on your bed.”

“What else is my bed for?”

Mortification snipes through the haze.

What am I doing?

I try to pull free, but his fingers stay wrapped around my wrists. I settle for leaning back and glowering up at the sexy-as-sin Immortal.

Des has rejected me one too many times.

How can I still succumb to him so easily?

“I came,” he says, his breath insultingly even while I still struggle with mine, “to see with my own eyes that you’re awake. That you’re okay.”

He sounds like the man I saw on the patio in my vision, empty in a way that terrified me.