Touch of the Demon Excerpt

“I’ll beg you for nothing.” It was a lie. If Celeste thought begging could get her anywhere, then she would already be on her knees before him. She kept that knowledge locked deep in her heart.


Rafe took a step toward her and her heart hammered in her breast. He was taller than any human she had known over the years. But then, he wasn’t human. Beneath the long leather coat he wore against the night’s chill air, his broad shoulders all but blotted out the rest of the world.


She sucked in a suddenly panicked breath, and his evocative scent of other worldly essences, meshed with hot, heavy male enveloped her. Against every principle she stood for, her nipples strained against the fabric of her bodice, peaking with desire and disgust and pure, animal heat.


A mocking smile twisted his full sensual lips. “I could make you beg, human.” His finger traced the outline of her face and she shuddered, hating the way she reacted and yet unable to help herself. “I might even listen to your pleas.” His smoky whisper shimmered along her senses, searing with words unsaid.


“You don’t know how to listen.” But she turned her head slightly, so his palm grazed against her jaw. He drew in a sharp breath and satisfaction sliced through her. He wasn’t immune to her, any more than she was to him.


It meant nothing. Could lead nowhere but hell. And yet she still couldn’t draw back.


“Why don’t you try me?” His thigh pressed against hers, hot and unyielding. She refused to retreat, instead returning the pressure and hot darts of lust pierced deep within her womb.


“I wouldn’t lower myself.” She flattened her hand against his chest to push him away. His heart beat beneath her fingers and, instead of repelling him, she pressed against the cool linen of his shirt as the heat of his body warmed the fabric.


His fingers caressed her face then speared through her hair. She gasped in shock as her head jerked back.


“You don’t have to beg.” His voice was hoarse, his dark eyes glowing with lust. Instead of terrifying, the vision inflamed. “You only need to ask.”
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