Incubus Anomaly, Chapter 8: Escamillo

I flinched away from him, my eyes finding a spot in the trees to my left.

"I just want to crawl into a hole and die." My eyes watered and I clenched my teeth, not wanting to him to see I was so close to losing it.

As quick as I drew in my next breath, I was pressed against the window of the house, the cool glass fragile against my back, his dominating presence pressed against me. I wanted to say no, but my body betrayed me, silently screaming yes.

His scent wrapped around me, his arms on either side of my head, as he bent his head to my neck. His mouth skimmed over my pulse to my cheek before whispering in my ear, "There are many euphemisms for it, Bella. I'll assume you are alluding to le petite mort."

My insides melted at the French words that liquefied from his perfect mouth and injected straight into my bloodstream.