Read Bloodline (Paranormal Romance, Dark & Twisted) Saving Demons Series Book 1 Page 19
Sean told himself he would not use his black magic on her, but he changed his mind. Luna needed rest. She was not willing to seek hiatus on her own accord. And by the look she had in her eyes after he had kissed her, he could see that she was rallying-up for war against him. War would have been exciting, yes, but war would have to wait.
For now, quenching his thirst was far more important.
Before he induced her with slumber, though, he would have a taste of her. Yes, it would hurt her tremendously. Perhaps she would pass out from the pain that she was about to endure. But he doubted it. His Little One was far more persevering than any women he had ever known. She was, for certain, an anomaly. And of course she was. Luna was a Lanchester. A warrior. A descendent of the most fearsome mortal warriors this earth has ever seen.
Sean took Luna's face in both his hands and tipped her head back as far as it would go. His tongue salivated with the anticipation of her untainted blood. She tried to resist him, tried to kick her knee up into his face, but she was too slow for him. The combination of her feistiness and fear was a euphoric scent that rushed through her veins and caused his impatience and desire to flare upward into uncharted levels.
He pinned her against the sofa with his massive form and draped her neck over the arm of the sofa to give himself perfect access. Even in this position, crushed beneath the weight of his body, Luna still struggled and tried to fight against him. She was a squirmy one. Stubborn. Did she truly believe there was a chance she could escape him? Had she not realized yet that she escaped only when he allowed her to?
He allowed her to escape him earlier. He had allowed her that little victory, simply to bring her here, into this exact predicament, fearing him more than she had the day before.
With an almost relaxed ease, Sean completely dominated her, pinning every part of her body down, so that she could no longer move.
To add that extra spice of pain to her flavor, Sean used Luna's hair to hold her head back, as he grazed the flesh of her neck just below her ear, scraping her skin and leaving ribbons of crimson blood in the path of his mouth. It hurt her very much, and this caused her fear level to rise to much more satisfying heights. But this did not hurt her as much as would what was about to come. Despite the fact that he had every part of her body pinned down and secured tightly beneath him, Luna continued to struggle. This brought Sean to a whole new level of excitement, and he just could not resist her any longer. Sean centered his cuspids over a section of the artery in Luna's neck that was shooting blood from her heart to her brain.
Then he stabbed his teeth into Luna's neck, digging in deeply. Blood burst into his mouth. Warm, scrumptious, titillating blood. The initial taste of her had gripped every part of his body and squeezed delightfully painfully, and he paused against his will, allowing the sensation to wash over him. Never in his very long life had he tasted anything so luscious.
As Luna screamed in sheer agony, Sean clamped his lips over her flesh and drew blood from her body. The taste of her was even sweeter than he had imagined, even more satiating than he had anticipated. The delicious blast of flavor was nearly too delectable to bear. It was difficult to control himself. His greed was nearly impossible to suppress.
But his Little One would perish in his arms, and soon, if he could not regain control of himself.
Never would Sean find a more placating woman.
He forced himself to detach his lips from her neck and pressed his palm over the wound so that it would heal.
"Sleep, my little One," he whispered into her ear. And just like that, he induced Luna with slumber. Sean took Luna's ear lobe with his teeth and bit down gently, trying, with all his might, to tame his wild and rampant desire for her.
Already, he wanted more. Already, he was utterly addicted.
He lifted his face to gaze down at Luna, now lying limp beneath him.
Oh, how he wanted to ravish her.
But not now.
And especially not while she was incapacitated. No, he needed her writhing, he needed her squirming beneath him when he decided to take her.
The time was coming.
Luna had disobeyed him. Dammon had disobeyed him. The two of them had both disobeyed Sean's command to stay away from one another.
But even worse than this, Luna was in love with the half-breed demon. For this, alone, the two of them would suffer great melancholy.