~A small woman came from
the left side of the stage and the crowd roared.
Gabriel’s gaze locked on
her. Through the darkness, he could see her clearly. The blue hue made her long
burgundy hair appear black. Her violet eyes glowed, ethereal. Red lips turned
up in a smile as she sweetly waved to familiar faces in the crowd.
She began to move along
with the music as she danced her way to the mic stand. Her dark jeans hugged
her curves and rested low on her hips. She ran her hands over her body, drawing
his eyes to her scooped neckline of her black tank top. Her breasts were lush
for her petite, trim frame. The movement raised the hem of her shirt, revealing
a flat stomach and a crystal belly
button ring.
The band’s tempo kicked
up when she grabbed the mic and then…Gabriel stopped breathing. Her voice…was
even better than an angel’s. The rhythm and the sound of her words swept over
him, through him. Calming him. Beckoning him. Sweetly and seductively chaining
him. The audience faded away. His senses solely focused on Ms. Culver.
The little human held
him enthralled. She twirled and danced about the stage, singing with every bit
of her heart and soul. Notes high and low, she hit them all effortlessly, the
range of her voice was staggering as she switched from song to song, husky one
moment and bold the next.
His body responded to
her, hardening, his temperature rising. His demon roared within him, crazed. It
wanted to possess her. Take her hard and fast, gentle and slow. His fangs
sharpened. He craved to hear her moans and sighs of pleasure, knowing they
would be even more hypnotic than her song.
Fuck, she was
tantalizing and she triggered the perfect combination of ravenous lust and
profound ease within him.
Finally, the music ended
and she took a bow. The crowd cheered and another smile curled her full lips.
She walked off the stage and the curtain fell as the staff hurried to ready the
set for the next act.
Gannon whistled as
Gabriel sat, too stunned to even clap.~
