approached the bed, his heart hammering as he took her in. The covers were tucked around her waist. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. He took in her thin face. Her pert nose. Even when closed, her eyes retained their Asian-like tilt. Her small but plump lips were parted as she breathed. The thick strands of her black hair fanned out around her, covering her small shoulders.
“So beautiful.” His voice came out as nothing more than an awe-filled whisper.
The female had been stunning when she was human. As a stronger, more powerful being, she’d nearly broken all of his resolve to stay away from her. Now, she’d been resurrected with the powers of a goddess—powers that glowed beneath her creamy skin.
Careful not to jar her, Zen eased down on the bed next to Evesse. He tried to keep his hands to himself, but that was damned impossible. He was a sick bastard for what he was contemplating, but he had no control over it.
Touch her . . .
Instinct gave the command, merging with the voice of the demon inside him and multiplying. Mavrak had been on a mission since Zeniel had first locked eyes with Eve and seen her past. He was determined to do what he considered important above all.
Take her.
Devour her.
Avenge her.
Zen let his eyes trace the curve of Eve’s upper lip, then the lower one. They both fell open and he forgot to hold his breath. One sweet exhale from her nearly made him fall over.
He felt weak in a way he’d never felt before. Not even when he’d first awoken as Zeniel, after centuries of torture and starvation, had he felt as light headed as he did now.
Stop breathing, you moron. Stop.
But he couldn’t. Panting, he leaned closer, eyes frozen on her mouth. Just one taste, that’s all he needed—onedeep, thorough taste.
A small gasp left Evesse and the air fluttered across his lips. Lips that he found himself licking as he got caught up in the sudden desire to suck on her tongue and taste her.
Touch her, damn you! Mavrak cried from within him.
No, damn you . And shut the fuck up.
Still, Zen gave in, obeying the orders and hoping for some relief. His hand seemed ridiculously large when he lifted it toward her face. The closer he got, the more her aura roared beneath her skin. Red, yellow, and sparkling black swirled, reaching out toward him. His fingers were shaking by the time they made contact. Slowly, lovingly, he traced her thick, black eyelashes. The colors followed his move, almost as if they were begging for his touch. Her aura flared, reaching out and intertwining with his red, gray, black and blue one.
So fucking gorgeous.
So mine.
She was his. Fate had decided it, and he now knew that her own symptoms had begun showing before her death. They called it a R’mannev. In reality, it was a total body–soul hijacking. A forced ownership that took over everything.
He ran his fingers across her cheek, watching the colors coalesce beneath his fingertips. Heat literally popped out of her, her aura seeming to boil. The walls and floor of the room began to shake again—a clear sign that she was still in there. That she could feel him.
His chest rumbled at the thought. Hunger attacked once more, almost robbing him of every ounce of civility he possessed.
More. Taste . . .
Fuck. He wanted to. So badly.
He cupped her chin and her full lips parted. She was definitely still in there, and she reacted to him even in that state. Absurdly pleased by that, Zeniel didn’t realize that his body had taken the reigns, that he was leaning down. Eve’s chest expanded with a deep breath, her breasts bumping against his chest.
He froze, groaning deep. His lips were already parting, and an odd tingle shot through his gums. He told his pathetic, perverted ass to stop, but did his body listen? Of course not. Especially not when Eve exhaled shakily, her sweet breath sliding between his lips.
Need. Taste.
Zen clenched his eyes shut so tight he thought his eyelids might tear. When he managed to