Tuesday's Child -

Damn it, she’d started to fall under his sway! Jaron cursed under his breath, reining in his abilities just as her eyes started to glaze over. As a predator, when he saw something he wanted those instincts took over. His voice grew silky, beguiling, and his eyes hypnotising. It wouldn’t take long and she’d be his for the taking.
Yes! His instincts all clamoured at once.
No. He wanted Grace but not because his abilities had enchanted her. Male vampires were naturally dominant. With all the abilities at his command he could snap his fingers and she’d fall at his feet. His lust-shrouded brain offered up an image—Grace on her knees in front of him, her eyes dark as her small hands crept over his thighs up toward his belt buckle. Heat and need hit him in a whirlwind but he fought the temptation down. He closed his eyes, breaking the connection he’d unwittingly forged.
That wasn’t what he wanted. Well, it was. He wanted Grace naked in his arms, naked under him. Spread-eagled over his bed as he had his wicked way with her. But only if she wanted to be there. It was about choices, knowing your lover trusted you, allowed you power over them willingly.
That was the rush, the elation, what he wanted from Grace. He wanted her on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock, or spread under him as he took her hard and fast. But she had be there of her own free will.
If he took away her choices and used his abilities to get what he wanted he didn’t have Grace. He just had a fuck toy that looked like Grace. He’d done that in the past, all too often, and it just didn’t work. Without the spark of free will, sex became routine. Boring.
He sat back, giving the beautiful woman sitting next to him a few moments to recover. He reached out and took her hand, lacing her warm fingers with his.
“So, how are you doing now, Grace? Since the accident, I mean?”

His words ripped Grace out of her sensual daze and slammed her back into reality harder than a wrestler hitting the mats. Her own foolishness added a vicious leg drop. Way to go, Grace. A handsome guy only has to get near enough for you to smell his aftershave and you act like a star struck teenager!
“I knew it was too good to be true!” Her voice was shrill with disappointment as she launched herself to her feet. She wobbled a little as she tore her fingers from his. She was pathetic; she should have known he wasn’t interested in her at all.
He was just like all the rest, only interested in details of the accident. What was it with these people? Did she have to parade around bloody naked, show off every scar, all the damage that being in a car as it rolled six times could inflict? Would they be happy then and leave her alone?
She turned away, intending to storm out of the box, but he stepped around her, blocking her path. He loomed over her, his expression intense, his hard gaze on her face. His expression should have frightened her—a man, any other man, looking at her that way would have scared her to death. But the look on Jaron’s face didn’t frighten her; it thrilled her right down to her toes.
He moved. He hauled her up against him, holding her captive against his lean, hard body. No chance to struggle, but she didn’t plan to. Her lips parted as the softest of moans escaped. As soon as he’d touched her, it was as though a switch had been flicked inside her.
“I can assure you, if you paraded around in front of me naked I wouldn’t be leaving you alone. In fact, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.” His voice was liquid temptation by her ear, his warm breath fanning over her neck and stirring the loose curls that had fallen from the elegant pleat.
Heat blossomed in the pit of her belly. Grace sucked in her breath as her body clenched with need. Hell, if he can do that with just his voice, what would it be like if he kissed me?
He chuckled, the sound soft and melodious in the darkness. “Why don’t we find out?”
His hand slid into her hair, strong fingers massaging the delicate bones of her neck as he bent his head to press his lips to hers. Warm and firm, they moulded to hers, brushing softly as he explored. She gasped as her lips tingled, the sensation spreading out through her whole body. He took advantage of her gasp, gathering her closer as he deepened the kiss, taking them both into the dark tumult of desire that awaited them.