Hearts Aflame Collection: 4-Book Bundle Read Online Free

Hearts Aflame Collection: 4-Book Bundle
Book: Hearts Aflame Collection: 4-Book Bundle Read Online Free
Author: Melissa F. Hart
Tags: Erótica, Romance, Contemporary Romance, paranormal romance, Erotic Romance, bundle, holiday romance, christmas romance, Erotic Paranormal Romance, fallen angel romance, erotica book bundle, erotica bundle
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master.” Garrett said
quietly. “And he and I are not the same.”
    “If you and he are not the same then release
me. Show me you are not a vampire killer.”
    Garrett thought about it for mere moments
before he was on his feet and walking across the room to her. She
gasped when he was close to her, then bending to unlatch her hands.
The smell of her was intoxicating as he worked the key into the
lock. Her hair like smoke from a fragrant fire, the flesh of her
bare thigh pressing against him, warming him, hardening him even
more.
    “Fool!”
    She flew at him with her fists once he was
free. Garrett had anticipated her attack, had even longed for it in
a small part of himself. Her fist slammed into his face, instantly
splitting his lip. She battered at him, relentless, wicked, and he
allowed her to do it, grabbing her to him when she pulled back. She
pummeled his stomach, his face, his kidneys, while he only gripped
her, blocking her from doing only the worst damage. She moved with
a deadly grace that awed him, matching him strength for strength
despite the drugs surely running through her system.
    He could feel his blood splashing over his
skin, healing in seconds after the skin was split, but still the
sheets under them turned red from her anger. Then Garrett couldn’t
take any more, she was taking longer than he thought to tire. He
gripped her waist, holding her close, fought to twist her arms
behind her back. She grunted and cursed at him. Twisted and
wrestled him in the bed. Spat wicked curses. The smell of his blood
was high in the room. Did she smell it yet? Did it affect her?
    Garrett’s hand curved around the back of her
head, shoving her mouth into his throat where her sharp nails had
opened him. She stiffened. Then her hands uncoiled from their
fists, clutching at his sides. She moaned what sounded like a
denial. Then her mouth fastened on his throat. Garret clenched his
teeth against a moan although his hips surged up, his hardness
hunting for the sheath of her softness. Her fangs slid into his
neck. He groaned, gripping her even more firmly.
    The pleasure of her bite turned his cock to
pure steel. He thrust against her even she sucked his throat,
drinking him up. She made a soft noise into his skin. A sound of
amazement. Of pleasure. He dropped onto his back in the bed. She
followed him, straddling him; her mouth attached to him like it
would never leave. Her hips moved on top of his. Undulating on top
of his clothed cock as she took his blood. He grabbed her hips.
    On his way from the cabin, he’d fed again,
drinking quickly from a young runaway who bargained away pints of
her blood for the money he gave her. Garrett always made sure the
girl found pleasure in his arms even as he’d drunk from her nearly
to the point of no return. But he’d stopped himself in time.
Withdrew his fangs from her body, licked her skin to seal the
bite.
    The vampire woman seemed intent on drinking
every drop of the young woman’s flesh blood from him. Garrett
grabbed her hair, pulled her away from his neck.
    She gasped as he yanked her by the hair from
his throat.
    “What are you?” The vampire woman stared at
him in amazement as she licked her lips, eyes rolling back in her
head in ecstasy. “You taste so good!” She shivered, visibly
stopping herself from leaping at his throat again. She panted
heavily, the fabric over her breasts pulled tights, nipples hard
and tight beneath Garrett’s gaze.
    “I’m the one you tried to kill earlier.
Remember?”
    She reached for him, seeming unable to help
herself. “What are you doing to me?”
    “Nothing you don’t want.” Garrett pulled her
close again.
    She latched her mouth to his, licking the
blood from his healed lip. The woman moaned, traced the seam of his
lips, brushing herself into him as they kissed. Garrett kissed her
back fiercely, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, tasting her.
She tasted of his blood, of an unfamiliar wildness. He found
himself growling,
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