He maneuvered her to face him, and she felt herself turning her head to expose her neck without a second thought. She gripped the knife and held it against her thigh, paralyzed by emotion and the need to feel Jonny's skin against hers. His eyes glowed almost fully red and his arousal pressed to her lower belly. His fangs were out, his grip around her strong.
"I hate you right now," she said breathlessly.
"I'm not surprised."
He kissed her, and she melted against him, overwhelmed by his scent and the furnace at the base of her belly that left her crippled. His mouth left hers to trail hot kisses and fiery nips down the side of her jaw to her neck. Ashley sighed, lost to him, at least, until she felt his free hand tighten around the wrist holding the knife.
She jerked then, senses returning. Panic lit inside her at the thought of losing her brother because she'd let herself fall under Jonny's spell.
"What was your plan?" he whispered, refusing to release her.
"Jonny …"
"Wrong answer."
Ashley's breathing grew erratic, and she strained for a moment.
"Answer my question." Jonny's controlled, hard tone was worse than him screaming at her.
"I don't know," she managed finally. "I don't know."
He held her in place. "Let go."
Ashley refused for a long moment. If he wanted to use his power to force her, he could. "Jonny, they're going to kill him."
"I won't let that happen. Now, let go."
She obeyed. He slid the knife from her hand and tossed it.
His mouth found hers, and he kissed her harder than he had before, his lips branding her in a way that sent a surge of hot need through her. Any other thought burnt to ashes in the face of his passion, and she clung to him, channeling her tortured emotion into desire.
Jonny Traveled to a large bedroom on the second floor. Ashley's hands slid under his shirt, and she pushed it over his head and flung it away before her shaking fingers went to the button of his jeans.
With urgency, they tore each other's clothing off and collapsed into bed, a mad frenzy of lust and emotion burning them up from the inside out. Any restraint she'd held the first night with him melted, and Ashley lost herself in her senses, in the feel of his hot skin against hers, in their hard breathing.
Hours later, when they both were spent, she collapsed on top of him, panting. Jonny was little better off, his breathing ragged and both of their bodies covered by a sheen of sweat. Jonny's arms circled her loosely, and he kissed her temple before shifting them onto their sides. She closed her eyes as his teeth sank painlessly into her neck and tucked her face into his shoulder.