Below is an excerpt from Book 2. Hope you enjoy reading more about Accacia and the deliciously sexy vampires of Clan Lux.
Excerpt
“I’m sorry, Ezra,” I whisper, before resting my bleeding finger against his lips. For a moment he stills. His whole body is like a corpse in a morgue. Then I feel the gentle suck of his lips as they draw my blood into his mouth.
A noise escapes his throat as the deathly grey of his eyes brightens. I swear I can see the storm clouds brewing in them once more, swear there is something igniting within them. I keep looking at him, aware now that silent tears are tracking down my cheeks.
Ezra releases a deep moan, opening his mouth wide over my finger until it has slipped fully into his mouth. I feel his tongue swirl around it whilst he sucks and pulls on my finger. It throbs, the feeling is both painful and erotic.
My gaze is drawn to his lips, how my blood has reddened them, then to the skin of his face as it brightens rapidly, colour blooming on his cheeks. I look back up at his eyes and blanch at the fire I see burning in them. I attempt to pull my hand away, but he lets out a low growl, bringing his hands up and holding it fast. He sits up, pressing his back against the wall, all the while still drawing on the blood.
My finger is numb now. I feel no pain, just a dull throb in a place I never expected to feel. I have to press my lips together to stop a moan slipping from my mouth. I watch, fascinated as Ezra’s body begins to fill out once again. The broad width of his shoulders, the strong defined muscles of his arms and legs returning as if they had never disappeared. He is as handsome as he was the first time I met him standing in my kitchen. Stunning, powerful and completely terrifying.
“Ezra, that’s enough,” I say gently. Our eyes meet, and I am caught by the hidden depths of emotion I see passing through them. I know if I were to let myself, I would fall into them and never come up for air. Ezra’s hands fall away, and I pull my hand from his mouth. It is almost completely healed. I take a steady breath.
“I had to do it. You were dying.” I wipe at the tears that still persist in falling. “I couldn’t watch you die. Please understand.” He remains staring at me, saying nothing. The silence is suffocating. Ezra raises a hand to my face and wipes at my wet cheeks.
“These tears you cry, they are for me?” he asks gently. The cadence of his voice is soft, warm, a far cry from the starkness I am used to.
“Yes.” “Why do you cry tears for me, Accacia? I’m pretty sure I do not deserve them.” His lips lift slightly, a half-smile, uncertain.
“Because you think you do not deserve them, because you believe you deserve to suffer, because I think of Rhain and Devin and the grief they would feel if you died, because your wife Thalia and your daughter Roseanna would not have wished this for you.” He flinches at that, but his eyes remain fixed on mine. “Because I want…” I falter, unable to continue.
“Yes?” He is looking at me so intently I can barely breathe. I swallow. “Because I want you to live, because I need you to live… For yourself, for me.”
A noise escapes his throat as the deathly grey of his eyes brightens. I swear I can see the storm clouds brewing in them once more, swear there is something igniting within them. I keep looking at him, aware now that silent tears are tracking down my cheeks.
Ezra releases a deep moan, opening his mouth wide over my finger until it has slipped fully into his mouth. I feel his tongue swirl around it whilst he sucks and pulls on my finger. It throbs, the feeling is both painful and erotic.
My gaze is drawn to his lips, how my blood has reddened them, then to the skin of his face as it brightens rapidly, colour blooming on his cheeks. I look back up at his eyes and blanch at the fire I see burning in them. I attempt to pull my hand away, but he lets out a low growl, bringing his hands up and holding it fast. He sits up, pressing his back against the wall, all the while still drawing on the blood.
My finger is numb now. I feel no pain, just a dull throb in a place I never expected to feel. I have to press my lips together to stop a moan slipping from my mouth. I watch, fascinated as Ezra’s body begins to fill out once again. The broad width of his shoulders, the strong defined muscles of his arms and legs returning as if they had never disappeared. He is as handsome as he was the first time I met him standing in my kitchen. Stunning, powerful and completely terrifying.
“Ezra, that’s enough,” I say gently. Our eyes meet, and I am caught by the hidden depths of emotion I see passing through them. I know if I were to let myself, I would fall into them and never come up for air. Ezra’s hands fall away, and I pull my hand from his mouth. It is almost completely healed. I take a steady breath.
“I had to do it. You were dying.” I wipe at the tears that still persist in falling. “I couldn’t watch you die. Please understand.” He remains staring at me, saying nothing. The silence is suffocating. Ezra raises a hand to my face and wipes at my wet cheeks.
“These tears you cry, they are for me?” he asks gently. The cadence of his voice is soft, warm, a far cry from the starkness I am used to.
“Yes.” “Why do you cry tears for me, Accacia? I’m pretty sure I do not deserve them.” His lips lift slightly, a half-smile, uncertain.
“Because you think you do not deserve them, because you believe you deserve to suffer, because I think of Rhain and Devin and the grief they would feel if you died, because your wife Thalia and your daughter Roseanna would not have wished this for you.” He flinches at that, but his eyes remain fixed on mine. “Because I want…” I falter, unable to continue.
“Yes?” He is looking at me so intently I can barely breathe. I swallow. “Because I want you to live, because I need you to live… For yourself, for me.”
