Cover courtesy of Winter Bayne. Model: Vikkas Bhardwaj.
Excerpt from Black Soul Book One of The Forbidden Series
I had forgotten how alarming my abilities might be to a human. I was here then there. In front of her.
Her jaw dropped and her knees gave as I leaned in to catch her. She would find my breath hot and strangely sweet as it tickled her face. I couldn’t stop the effect.
Her pupils narrowed, but she didn’t flinch.
With a curled forefinger, I lifted her chin. “Don’t fear me.”
“Noah?” She whispered incredulously. Her aura alternated between purple and orange, back to purple, then red, then back to purple. Love, fear, love, anger, and ended up on the one I hoped for. Purple:Love.
Caroline reached out. Her fingers grazed the dark, cool skin on my chest. The sensation was as flame to ice. She stroked the muscles that hadn’t been there only minutes earlier.
I clenched my eyes shut and tried to focus on her safety, but my blood boiled and molten lava made a downward spiral into the pit of my stomach.
“You’re real,” she breathed. Her touch trailed over my skin, exploring me.
My eyes flashed open. I dropped a want filled gaze on her. With my jaw taut, I stood straighter, my breath coming in jagged spurts.
At that moment, Caroline would have flushed red if she could have read my aura. I was sure there wasn’t a color for it yet.
Her hands ended their exploration at my waist. “You can feel that?”
“I can feel…everything.” My voice was even different. Low controlled tones, filled with raw masculinity I hadn’t felt in years, if ever.
Caroline leaned toward me, letting a soft kiss fall on the new ridge of my right pectoral muscle. Her lips parted slightly when she looked back up to me.
I was sure the venom from my skin had momentarily paralyzed her. The taste of my mouth would daze her that much more. I took full advantage of her shock as I pulled her to me. I wouldn’t kill this human so the force had to be slight.
Caroline’s hair fell into my fingers, and she trembled under my kiss. She released a little moan into my mouth as I found soft skin just under her shirt tail.
My thumbs grazed her sides. A thrill of heat pin-pricked my fingertips. Hoisting her up, I sat her on the counter.
She held my face between her hands and pulled me deeper into the kiss. A childhood taste of cotton candy and the sweet smell of vanilla filled my nostrils. How could this be? She was using…her own venom?
I swayed under her spell as Matthew’s words prodded my mind.
I shoved them away. Not now. I didn’t care what she was. Duty no longer drove me.
My reckless abandon didn’t last long when I remembered the night before.
How could I be insensitive as to what this might do to her?
With a groan, I backed away.
She pulled at me, fear of another sort in her eyes.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
“Look at me,” I urged her.
“Oh, I am,” she whispered.
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