Chapter 61

"You're sure you aren't a hunter?" he asked between kisses.

"No, I'm a biochemist. They would never let me join the Brotherhood." She sighed as he kissed her again and then gasped as he lifted her up and placed her farther back on the bed. Then he lay on top of her, kissing her again, and all shock faded beneath the pleasure of what his lips could do.

"Do you wish to hurt me or my family?" he asked. His hands lifted her sweater. The heat of his body burned her, not letting her feel the cold kiss of air on her bare skin.

"Hurt you?" she echoed dreamily as he kissed her collarbone, working his way down to the slopes of her breasts, which were covered by her black bra.

"Yes, do you want to hurt us?" he repeated. His words, dark and soft, with that Russian accent, made her tremble. She'd come here planning to drug him, but she couldn't anymore. Not after everything they'd been through together. Not after how she felt about him now.