She knew she should be screaming by now, too terrified to breathe, but Kira had never been so turned on in her life. Some deep instinct had always trusted Orion and she knew to the depths of her soul that he wouldn’t hurt her now. He couldn’t hide that he wanted her as badly as she needed him. And she knew that no matter what he said, he wouldn’t leave her to suffer alone. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m at your mercy.” “Damn straight,” he growled. “And you’d best remember that I’m not merciful.” He raised his head and met her eyes again. “Bite me and you’ll regret it,” he promised, and then bit his own lip hard enough to draw blood before taking her mouth in a ravenous kiss. The taste of him tore a moan from her throat. She met his dominating thrusts with her own tongue, his coppery flavor teasing her bloodlust to new heights. Her fangs throbbed in time to her pounding heart. Never in her life had she wanted anything as badly as she wanted to bite his tongue, to turn that hint of his blood into a rush that would sate her hunger.
