Page 16 of Caressed By Sin
Yes. Such a special weapon indeed.
I drowned in her scent, unable to come up for air, falling steadily into a hypnotic daze.
Struggling to breathe, I battled with the urge that sparked within me.
Groaning, I clenched my teeth.
Now what do I do?
I could feed some more. I’d expended energy with the fast spiriting and cloaking, but I was still pretty full.
What else is there to do tonight?
Still cloaked from human eyes, I went back to the corner and scanned the place. A new emptiness expanded inside of me as my eyes rummaged through the available women. All shapes and sizes with unique histories and sexual wants, but none of them promised anything more than an interesting few seconds of a meal. They would be only tidbits. Mere crumbs.
Uncloaking myself, I observed a woman wobble out of the restroom with tears running down her face. She wiped her face with her arms, smearing tan and pink makeup onto her ivory silk sleeve. Her midnight-colored hair spread over her shoulders in disarray. She glanced up at me weakly, studying my body’s outline, probably wondering if I’d be her hero tonight and save her from the desperation that lurked in the shadows around her.
This scenario had happened for me many times before. I knew the ending well. When it was all done, she’d be more heartbroken.
I was no hero, just the guy to make her moan.
“Go home,” I commanded.
She stumbled away, her perfume drifting past me. It was something expensive, crushed flowers or herbs maybe. But what it wasn’t, was a scent powerful enough to make me forget Fatou’s honey fragrance.
I sighed, checking out more women.
None of them will do.
I closed my eyes and Fatou’s warm bare breasts flashed through my mind, brown nipples floating on chocolate pillows and hardening at my touch.
I went back to leaning against the wall.
All hells! She’s in my head!
I slammed the back of my hand against the wall. A tiny pain came. I barely felt it. A crack formed on the wall and expanded up to the ceiling. A demanding desire coursed through me.
How could one moment change it all?
In all of my 150 years, I’d never been so alive.
Fuck it.
I mentally called my jacket. Leather materialized and formed around my skin.
A short, chubby guy in a velvet shirt stepped out of the bathroom and froze when he witnessed the leather move around my biceps. Screaming, he ran back in. No doubt wondering if what he saw was real or not.
My mind rushed back to Fatou. Excitement pulsed through my veins.
I’ll learn more about Adae’s new weapon.
It would be smart to know the enemy’s attacks and defenses. Never did I want to be captured by him again and returned to his dungeons.
And. . .I can just taste her a little too.
I nodded my head as the leather finished shaping into a trench coat that stopped at my knees.
Just one taste.
