Page 123 of Marked By His Hunger
My hips lifted instinctively, grinding against him.
He growled—a deep, feral sound that made my entire body tighten.
“Shit,” he rasped, pulling back suddenly.
His lips were swollen.
His fangs were out.
Long.
Sharp.
White against dark skin.
They should have terrified me.
Instead—they made heat coil in my belly, and lower still.
Dangerous.
Sexy.
Powerful.
“I need,” I whispered, barely coherent.
“What do you need, Unnasta?” he asked, voice gravel dragged across velvet.
“You. I want you, Raven. Need you.”
It wasn’t poetry.
It wasn’t elegant.
It was truth.
“You have me, sweet Serena.”
And then he was kissing me again.
Harder.
He climbed over me on the bed. His delicious weight was pressing me down, and I opened my legs, needing him there.
His hips rolled forward, and I felt the full, heavy length of him press against my core.
Through clothes.
And still—my vision went white at the edges.
He rocked again.
Slow.
Deliberate.
And, dear God, I was seconds from coming.
