Lethal Blow: (Succubus Hitwoman Book 2) by Eliza Hendrix (best motivational books to read TXT) 📗

Ace loads his weapon belt, clipping on a pistol and two knives. He slips a sword into a long sheath. “Listen, if you need time—” he says, but I don’t let him finish.

Moving at the speed of modern internet—quickly, in case that was misinterpreted—I grab him by the collar of his cotton shirt, march him backward across the room, and push him right through the wall. Dust explodes around us and a support beam snaps in two as we enter his old room—the one Rachel unknowingly led me into hours ago.

I throw him onto his bed. “Take off your pants.”

He doesn’t argue and quickly unbuttons them and tears them off. Beneath them are clean white boxer briefs that are form-fitting and quite flattering. At the sight of his erection, I slip out of my pants, climb onto the bed, and scratch his boxers right off him.

He winces as my claws draw blood, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Without giving him any time to ask what’s going on, I straddle him like a horse, grab his bulging muscle, and pull him inside of me.

Both of our wings expand on either side of us the moment he enters me, and I throw my head back as a feeling of absolute ecstasy runs through my veins.

I thrust my hips back and forth, feeling him right where I want, but it isn’t enough.

I need more.

With my hands pressed hard on his bare chest, I say, “I want you to fuck me. Do you understand?”

Oh, he understands.

Using his wings, he pushes himself upward and spins me around onto my back. He thrusts hard, and it feels so fucking good I think my heart might stop.

With bulging arm muscles, he holds himself over me, his hips matching my rhythm.

“Harder,” I breathe, and he pumps so hard the entire bed shakes.

Wet smacking fills the room as he pounds himself inside me, and all I want to do is order him to keep going faster and harder. If I do that, he might break my pelvic bone. At this point, I won’t even care.

His skin glistens as sweat seeps through his pores, and the heat of his body envelopes me. With my legs wrapped around his waist, I reach for his bare ass, pulling him in deeper.

“Fuck me, Ace,” I breathe again.

He grunts with pleasure, his breath hot and rapid as I squeeze my legs tighter around his body.

Holy fuck.

I never imagined anything could ever top the feeling of feeding… but this… this is unworldly. Why haven’t I fucked an incubus before? My eyes roll into the back of my head as I let him take me… all of me.

And then, it happens.

Instantaneously, it feels like the room is spinning around me, and I forget about my existence. I shout so loud it sends vibrations into his muscles and against my palms on his skin.

I can’t speak.

I can’t think.

He pumps hard one last time, and it sends me over the edge.

Through some primal instinct, I dig my claws into his neck and pull his face to mine.

I’m about to feed like I’ve never fed before when our eyes lock, and for the first time, I stop myself.

How… How is this possible? Not once in my entire life have I ever been able to reject a meal. I’ve stopped halfway, sure, but not a second prior.

Why is this happening? Deep down, do I think he might try to do the same? And if he does, who will win? Maybe this all boils down to survival instincts.

With him still inside of me, I look into his eyes, searching for something.

What does he want from me? Why hasn’t he tried to feed?

“It’s okay,” he says softly. “Take some. You need it more than me.”

Is he offering to share some of his life force? What the fuck is going on? Who is this guy? Maybe it’s a setup… a trick. He’ll turn on me the moment I try.

But the sweet smile on his lips tells me otherwise. Slowly, he presses his plush lips against mine and exhales. The feeling is beyond confusing. Although I can feel the energy exploding inside of me, I’m not the one pulling it in—he’s expelling it, and it’s enough to drive me mad.

So mad, in fact, that I lose control.

Without warning, I flip him onto his back, grab him by the hair, and suck on his lips as hard as I can. A seductive purple mist spills out of his mouth and into mine.

The taste… the power… It’s indescribable.

Unable to control myself, I suck harder, and harder until black lines spiderweb across his face. He stares up at me, a look of terror in his eyes, but I can’t stop.

And he’s too drained to stop me.

If you don’t stop now, you’ll kill him.

But I can’t…

It feels too fucking good.

His face flushes to a powder white and his eyes glaze over.

Fuck.

Unable to stop inhaling, I push myself off as hard as I can and land at the opposite end of the room. The moment I look toward the bed, reality sinks back in and my stomach forms a knot.

His body, pale to the point of being translucent, lies still.

Did I kill him?

In a panic, I rush to the bed.

“Ace?”

His hollow eyes stare at the overcast sky.

“Ace?” I shout.

I place my ear over his lips, feeling his faint breath against my skin.

He’s still breathing.

Buck naked, I climb back on top of him and press my lips against his.

Nothing. Why isn’t he trying to feed? He needs to take some of his life force back.

I pull away, staring him cold in the eyes. “You need to take some,” I say.

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