Passion Follows Pain (Passion Series Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

to his control. When he saw her expression go blank, almost serene, he stepped up to her again, bending forward until his lips touched hers. God they were so soft and he wanted more. He kissed her, teasing, nibbling at her, tracing his tongue along her full bottom lip that drove him crazy, before slipping inside to taste the sweetness of her mouth.
    He groaned softly, his hands shifting to her hips where he pulled her into him, curving her body against his. She was so thin, so fragile, like the finest bone china and he worried that he might accidentally snap her in two.
    For a few moments he indulged his fantasies, savouring the feel of her soft warm body against his, his cock pressing insistently into her stomach and he even allowed himself to grind into her before reluctantly releasing her again.
    It would be so easy to take advantage, but he couldn’t, not yet at least. Despite the urgent demands of his body, he had to practice something he wasn’t accustomed to, restraint. He didn’t know why he was acting so restrained with her, but something about Arissa brought out a strong desire to protect her and to tread carefully with her. It was totally against his natural urges, his animalistic needs that would normally have him tearing the clothes from her body and fucking her.
    So no one was more surprised when he stepped back, staring one last time into her face made calm and relaxed by his control over her. With a snap of his fingers, he watched her come round again, the wariness settle in her eyes as she stared at him.
    “Good bye Arissa.” He said softly and without a backward glance at her, he headed towards home.
    The walk back was agonising and he almost laughed at himself. All this shit for one woman? He was in pain and well on his way to a classic case of blue balls for one pale, skinny female? He was either losing his mind or getting soft in his old age. Was she worth this? An image of her beautiful face filled his head, the stunning blue eyes that had looked at him with such fear, and yet haunted at the same time. Something had happened to her, something had made her the way she was. He’d never seen such fear before, and he knew it was her fear that motivated him to take it slow with her. It was going to kill him not just getting in and fucking her as he longed for.  He needed the release and he needed it now. He was vampire after all.
    He liked Arissa and wanted to get to know her. He was drawn to her, to that air of fragility that hung over her. He was curious about her, about what made her the way she was, but he was still vampire and he needed blood but most importantly, right now, he needed to fuck. He couldn’t wait for her to warm to him. She might never warm to him, given how flighty she was.
    He could have her if he mind controlled her, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that to her. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, but he liked her too much to treat her like one of the women he usually picked up, mind controlled, fucked and walked away from, never to see again.
    Arissa deserved something better and that surprised him. For the first time ever, a woman had his attention and made him feel something besides just lust. Maybe she got his attention because she was a challenge? She was certainly a novelty. He wasn’t accustomed to women being terrified of him and wanting to run away.
    No; one thing was for sure, he was going to have to go slowly with her, but in the meantime, he needed a fuck and he needed blood. He’d find out what Damien had planned for the night and see if he wanted to go and find some women to spend the night with, maybe even bring back to the house for some relief from the sexual tension that literally had him by the balls the last few days.  
    The diversion of a welcoming cunt from a woman that wanted him would help take his mind off Arissa and certainly give him the relief his body craved. Nothing could beat the hunt although it rarely was a hunt for women to fuck and