"Kenyon, Sherrilyn - Dark-Hunter 09 - Kiss of the Night" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kenyon Sherrilyn)

And in that moment, he wanted her with an urgency that stunned him. It was a desperate need he hadn't felt in a long, long time.
Cassandra's senses swirled at the unexpected contact of his lips on hers. She'd never known anything like the power and hunger of his kiss.
The faint smell of sandalwood clung to his flesh and he tasted of beer and wild, untamed masculinity.
Barbarian.
It was the only word to describe him.
His arms flexed around her as he plundered her mouth masterfully.
He wasn't just deadly to Daimons. He was deadly to a woman's senses. Her heart hammered as her entire body burned, wanting a mad taste of his strength inside her.
She kissed him desperately.
He cupped her face in his hands while he nibbled her lips with his teeth. His fangs. Suddenly, he deepened his kiss as he ran his hands over her back, pressing her closer to those lean, masculine hips so that she could feel just how hard and ready he was for her.
She felt him all the way down her entire being. Every hormone in her body sizzled.
She wanted him with a ferocity that terrified her. Not once in her life had she known such hot, wrenching desire, especially not for a stranger.
She should be pushing him away.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around his broad, rock-hard shoulders and held him tight. It was all she could do not to reach down, unzip those pants, and guide him straight into the part of her that throbbed with demanding need.
Part of her didn't even care that they were on the street. It wanted him right here. Right now. No matter who or what saw them. It was an alien part of herself that scared her.
Wulf fought the urgency inside him that demanded he pin her to the brick wall beside them and have her wrap those long, shapely legs of hers around his waist. To push her sinfully short skirt up over her hips and bury himself deep inside her body until she screamed out his name in sweet release.
Dear gods, how he ached to possess her.
If only he could...
Reluctantly, he pulled back from her embrace. He ran his thumb over her swollen lips and wondered what she would feel like writhing beneath him.
Worse, he knew he could have her. He had tasted her desire fully. But once he was finished with her, she would have no memory of him.
No memory of his touch. His kiss.
His name...
Her body would only soothe his for a few minutes.
It would do nothing to ease the loneliness in his heart that yearned for someone to remember him.
"Good-bye, my sweet," he whispered, touching her lightly on the cheek before he turned around.
He would remember their kiss forever.
She wouldn't recall him at all...

Cassandra couldn't move as the Dark-Hunter walked away from her.
By the time he had vanished into the night, she had completely forgotten he'd ever existed.
"How did I get out here?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around her to banish the biting cold.
Her teeth chattering, she ran back into the bar.
Chapter 2
Wulf was still thinking of the unknown woman when he pulled his dark green Expedition into his five-car garage. He frowned at the sight of the red Hummer parked against the far wall, and turned his car off.
What the hell was Chris doing home? He was supposed to be spending the night at his girlfriend's house.
Wulf went inside to find out.
He found Chris in the living room, putting together a huge... something. It had metallic arms and things that reminded him of a poorly designed robot.
Chris's wavy black hair was sticking out in front as if he'd been tugging at it in frustration. There were parts and papers strewn all over the room, along with various tools.
Wulf watched in wry amusement as Chris battled the long, metallic post he was trying to fit into the base.
As Chris worked, one of the arms fell and smacked him on the head.
Cursing, he dropped the post.
Wulf laughed. "Been watching QVC again?"
Chris rubbed the back of his head as he kicked at the base. "Don't start with me, Wulf."
"Boy," Wulf said sternly, "you better check that tone."
"Yeah, yeah, ya scare me," Chris said irritably. "I'm even wetting my pants while in your terrifying, gut-wrenching presence. See me shiver and quiver? Ooo, ahhh, ooo."
Wulf shook his head at his Squire. The boy had no sense whatsoever to taunt him. "I knew I should have taken you out in the woods as an infant and left you there to die."
Chris snorted. "Ooo, nasty Viking humor. I'm actually surprised my father didn't have to present me to you for inspection at birth. Good thing you couldn't afford the barnautbur?dr, huh?"
Wulf glared at him-not that he thought for one second it would do any good. It was only force of habit. "Just because you're the last of my bloodline doesn't mean I have to put up with you."
"Yeah, I love you, too, Big Guy." Chris went back to his project.
Wulf shrugged his coat off, then draped it over the back of his couch. "I swear, I'm going to cancel our cable subscription if you keep this up. Last week it was the weight bench and rowing machine. Yesterday that facial thing, and now this. Have you seen the crap in the attic? It looks like a rummage sale."
"This is different."