Page 75 of A Touch of Crimson
He caught her wrists, his face revealing so much emotion she wept at the beauty of it. “Stay with me, Lindsay. Be with me.”
“How can I say yes, knowing what it’ll do to you?”
“Just say it.”
They were too stubborn, both of them. She’d gotten what she wished for. And again, she regretted it. She couldn’t say yes, and he wouldn’t hear no. “I don’t belong anywhere else, you know. I’ve never fit in with ‘normal’ people. I don’t fit in with your people. But I fit with you. I know it. I feel it. None of that matters, though, because it’s forbidden. I’ll be damned if I’m the reason you fall and lose your wings. I’d rather die than see you turned into a soulless, bloodsucking vampire.”
He nuzzled his nose against hers. “Ani ohev otach, Lindsay.”
Oh god… Now that she knew what that meant…
“Make love to me,” he whispered, pulling her mouth down to his and teasing the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue. “Show me you want this as much as I do.”
Her hands gripped the back of the love seat.
“Take me, neshama sheli,” he coaxed, flexing his still hard cock inside her. Sprawled beneath her in all his gorgeous magnificence and purring an erotic invitation, he looked every inch the sinful, decadent, unabashedly wicked fallen angel. “I’m yours.”
Lindsay shook her head. “No.”
Adrian’s features lit with a glorious smile. He twisted swiftly, and she found herself beneath him, filled with him.
“I know what it means when you say that,” he murmured, hooking his arm beneath her leg and drawing it up, opening her so completely he hit the end of her.
Panting in exquisite torture, she managed, “It means run. Save yourself.”
“All of which says, ‘I’m falling for you, Adrian.’”
His tongue traced leisurely along his lower lip before he caught the firm curve in his teeth. He watched her with heavy-lidded eyes, gauging her reaction as he gave a practiced roll of his hips. The thick crown of his penis rubbed against all the deliciously tender erogenous zones inside her—a deliberate sensual assault.
She whimpered as he withdrew slowly, then thrust home deeply. Smooth and easy. He’d taken the edge off and was now settling in for what she knew would be a long, unhurried ride. Her fingernails dug into his tapered hips. “Adrian.”
He bent his head and groaned into her mouth. “I’m falling for you, too, Lindsay.”
18
“It has to be her.”
Syre pushed aside the slender female arms crossing his chest and slid from his bed. He exhaled harshly, fighting the growing hope that so often led to disappointment. “You’re certain?”
“I wasn’t at first,” Torque said. “Even after meeting with her, I couldn’t say absolutely. She’s different this time.”
“In what way?”
“In a lot of ways. For one, I’m pretty sure I got to her. There were a couple of times when she looked at me funny, like she might know me but couldn’t quite place me.”
“That’s not proof.”
“No, but two hours after I met with her, she headed up to Angels’ Point. Adrian returned shortly afterward.”
Restless with excitement, Syre paced the length of his bedroom. “How will you get to her?”
“She has to come down into the city to go to work.” There was a smile in his son’s voice. “And she hired me, so I have an excuse to be in the hotel most nights of the week. It won’t be long before the perfect opportunity presents itself.”
“Sounds too good to be true.”
“It’s the best opportunity we’ve ever had.”
Syre rubbed at the ache in his chest. “I should come to you.”
