Page 66 of Bound By Blood
“Fuck!” he snappedas he dove for her.
Caro scrambled toget out of the way as Saber came at her. He was faster, stronger,and if he got his hands on her, he would make her pay.
But though he wasfaster and stronger, he wasn’t as nimble. She darted to the leftand, in doing so, bypassed his large hand as it came for her. Hisfingers skimmed her back as she turned and sprinted for thedoor.
But she decidedagainst going out the back door; he would catch her in the yardbeyond. At the last second, she zigzagged to the left, dove underthe arm he swung toward her, and rolled across the floor. Shebounced back to her feet and fled into the dining room.
The windowsvibrated as his solid footsteps chased her into the room. Despitethe rage she’d seen on his face and his pursuit of her, she wasn’tscared.
She didn’t wanthim to catch her, mainly because she’d prefer he didn’t touch heragain, but she didn’t fear he’d murder her if he caught her. Maybeshe was crazy for feeling that way, he freely admitted he enjoyedkilling, but Saber wouldn’t harmher… and not only becausehe needed her to make more swords.
He simply wouldn’thurt her. Continued lack of sleep had probably made her a littlecrazy, but she felt that truth deep in her soul. He was pissed anddetermined to catch her, but he wouldn’t make her suffer forit.
Caro sprintedaround the table. She was almost to the head of it when sherealized he’d leapt on top and was chasing her. She grasped thechair at the end of the table, lifted it, and flung it behindher.
She didn’t lookback, but the wood splintering broke a piece of her heart. Theywere trashing the place and ruining her mother’s things, but hisgrunt almost made it worth it.
When somethingcrashed behind her and the whole house shook, she had a feelinghe’d toppled off the table. She grinned but didn’t look back.
Reaching the frontdoor, she flung it open, raced across the porch, and leapt over thestairs. She hit the ground running and sprinted toward herapartment over the barn.
The increasedsound of his breath was far too close to her, and the aroma ofpeppermint assailed her. He was closing in, and her apartment wasstill too far away.
She wasn’t goingto make it.
Deciding to tryanother tactic, Caro planted her feet, spun toward him, and flungherself to the ground. As she twisted, she kicked at one of hislegs and hooked a foot around his shin.
Having anticipatedthe move, Saber turned to the side and tore his leg away before shecould knock him to the ground. He stumbled before catching himselfand going back at her.
The feisty, nimblewoman was on her feet again, but she was no match for his brutestrength as he dove at her and wrapped his arms around her waist.The sword clattered to the ground beside them as he dragged herdown.
Caro inwardlyscreamed against his hold on her and swung at him. Saber caught herfist and yanked it down to pin it over her head.
He used his kneeto keep her arm there. Before she could swing at him with her freehand, he caught it too and pinned it next to the other.
Caro’s chestheaved as her fingers hooked into claws. If she could break free ofthis brute’s ironclad hold, she would claw out his eyes, but tryingto break free of him was like trying to break free from a locked,steel sarcophagus. It wasn’t happening.
She glowered athim as he loomed over her, his face only a foot from hers and asmug smile curving his lips.
“Fuck you!” Carospat.
“As you wish.”
Before Caro couldreact, his mouth claimed hers in a punishing kiss that was brutaland unrelenting. It also sent a fiery wave of passion through heras it inflamed her body.
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Was there anythinghotter than his mouth? Caro didn’t think the fires of Hell couldcompare as his lips seared into her flesh, sent a fiery blazethrough her chest, and spread out through her extremities.
The intensity ofit should have been unpleasant, but instead of recoiling from thedemands of his lips and his body as it bore down on hers, she roseto meet them. She arched into him until the rigid evidence of hisarousal rested between her thighs.
When his bodythrust against hers, she gasped. As she did, his tongue slippedinside and tasted her in strokes that mimicked the motion of hisbody. It wassoamazing as pleasure and need encompassedher.
He released one ofher wrists; a second later, his palm burned against her belly as itpushed her shirt toward her breasts. Her nipples hardened as herbody pleaded for him to touch them and put her out of hermisery.
When his fingerfinally found her nipple, liquid heat pooled between her legs asher body readied itself for him. He was hot, he was everywhere, andhe waseverythingshe’d ever craved.
Grass and theground pressed against her back, but she didn’t feel them aseverything inside her turned to jelly. Beneath his hands, shebecame this thing he could mold, twist, and remake into hiscreation.
