Veda
Tyboll's eyes go dark a split second before his lips crash against mine. Gentleness is replaced with fierce desire. I instinctively suck his tongue deeply. My bear is just beneath the surface. I smell his just as strongly - wild, musky... perfect.
I manage to pry my eyes open and he watches me as our lips devour each other's. His hooded lids speak volumes. I. Need. Him. I press forward against his hands trying to lower mine. I want to touch him. He refuses. His lower body pushes more fully against me and his erection presses hard. I'm not afraid. Since I left him, all I've thought about is his body entering mine. Now I feel him so close to the part of me that aches with longing. I may go insane.
A knock at the door startles us. I'm airborne before I know what's happened. My back hits the bed as Tyboll rips the door off its hinges. I hear the connection of flesh on flesh then a groan. Not the vampire, thank the Goddess, or my mate would be dead.