Bewitch(52)

“Payne, listen to me,” she whispered, focusing on him. She trusted this man. He had warned her not to push him and that he might kill her if she did, and she had still recklessly shoved him over the edge.
Red blazed in the centre of his eyes, surrounded by shimmering gold and blue. He dropped her hip and slid his arm beneath her. She bit her lip to stifle her need to cry out when he grabbed her hair and tugged her head back. He stared down at her through those mesmerising eyes, his body moving against hers, giving her pleasure laced with pain and fear. She tried to stifle her desire, tried not to feel aroused as he thrust into her, deep and fast, bringing her towards another climax.
His lips parted.
No fangs. Did that mean he was more in control than she thought? Could she bring him back before things went too far?
She opened her mouth and he claimed her lips, kissing her so fiercely that she couldn’t breathe and couldn’t think. She could only feel and submit to him. As she relaxed, his grip on her wrists loosened but not enough for her to get free. She forgot her need to struggle and lost herself again, swamped by the delicious sensations racing through her, evoked by the feel of him moving inside her and kissing the breath from her lungs.
He reared back, slamming deep into her, and she cried out as she came again, her body throbbing around his. His lips curved into a dark smile, revealing fangs this time, and he stared down at her, possessing her with his hungry heavy-lidded eyes that spoke of intense pleasure and satisfaction.
His grip on her wrists tightened again.
Elissa panicked.
She hadn’t cast her spell.
She focused on the words, getting the first few out, but then he shattered her chances by striking hard and sinking his fangs into her throat. His body shuddered against hers and a third climax came upon her so swiftly that it rocked her to her core, causing her to tremble along with him. She breathed hard, struggling to catch her breath, hazy from head to toe as he drank from her throat, his body buried deep within hers.
No.
Panic welled up again and she bucked against him, feeling him throbbing within her.
“No!” she shrieked and he stilled, frozen against her, inside her.
He was still for long minutes. She could feel her blood leaking from her, spilling from between his lips.
He disappeared and she shook as she pushed herself up onto her elbow to see where he had gone, her right hand covering the ragged marks on her throat.
Payne stalked around the room, grabbing his clothes and dressing. He was shaking too, trembling so badly that it took him several attempts to get his underwear on. He growled, a noise born of frustration and pain, turned and slammed his fist into the wall above the fireplace. The green plaster cracked and fell away, revealing stone beneath. Blood trickled down from his knuckles and she swore she could feel his pain and his panic, his fear as he stood there with his fist against the wall, his back heaving with his breaths.
“Payne?” she whispered, unsure what she was going to say. He didn’t look at her. “Payne? I should have stopped... I shouldn’t have pushed you.”
He shoved away from the wall and pulled his shirt on, not bothering to heal his hand or lick the blood away. It soaked through the sleeve of his grey shirt and dripped to the floor as he tugged his jeans on and buttoned them. He wiped the back of his clean hand across his bloodied mouth, the action rough and vicious.
She cast a small spell, one to help her feel him more clearly.#p#分页标题#e#
He stopped and stared at her, his eyes brimming with hurt and remorse, and self-loathing. “It wasn’t your fault... I... I... can’t do this. I can’t look at you... I never meant for this... I never wanted to hurt you... I only wanted... I just... I’m sorry.”
“Don’t,” she said and moved to kneel on the bed, reaching for him. She didn’t want him to teleport out of her life because she had failed to keep her end of the bargain. She had said she would use a spell to stop him and she knew it was the only reason he had agreed to make love with her, and then she had pushed him over the edge. She hated what had happened to her, knew that he was partly to blame too, but she didn’t want him blaming himself and only himself. They had entered into this together and she could have stopped him. She should have stopped herself. “Talk to me... please, Payne?”
He looked lost again, as uncertain as she felt. His eyebrows furrowed and he swallowed hard, his eyes holding hers and overflowing with pain and fear. His hands shook at his sides, visibly trembling, and she knew that he could see her shaking too, that she looked as confused, afraid and broken as he did.
“Elissa...”
Someone knocked at the door. He stared at her for a few seconds and then shoved his fingers through his hair, went to the door and opened it.