Hi! It's the second round for my "Page with Kage" series, where I share a bit of my favorite scenes from my favorite stories with you and tell you why I love them so much.
Today, I'm in love with a short, paranormal romance novella called "Winter Born" by Sherrilyn Kenyon. It can be found in the Stroke of Midnight anthology and has a hot heat rating. I like this scene because Kenyon packed so much sexy tension in such a short amount of space, it simply crackled with electric intensity.
Warning: Language may be a tad explicit for some audiences
Dante headed out of the vendor’s area, toward the escalator. He’d barely reached it when he smelled the pantheress again. He turned sharply to the left expecting to see her.
She wasn’t there.
Still, he was hard for her. Ready. The animal inside was growling for a taste of her body.
He headed up the escalator to escape the scent.
It seemed to grow stronger.
His head low, he scanned the crowd intently, but there was none of his people there.
Closing his eyes, he sniffed the air. Her fragrance was subtle now. And it was…
He whirled around.
There was no woman there, only Romeo and he wreaked of the pantheress. Dante couldn’t stop himself from sniffing Romeo who immediately shoved him away.
“Man, you skeeve me when you do that. And don’t do it in public. Someone might get the wrong idea about us.”
He ignored his brother’s reprimanding tone. “Where is she?” Dante demanded.
“Out of reach.”
Her scent washed over him, even stronger than before. His body was raw. Needful. Every part of him craved her.
And it wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“Where?” he growled.
Romeo shook his head.
But then he didn’t have to tell him. Every hormone in his body sensed her. Against his will, Dante took off at a run as he cut through the crowd toward the elevator.
Without thought, he flashed himself from the lobby to the sixteenth floor.
The scent was even stronger here.
Dante stalked his way down the hall until he found her door. He couldn’t breathe as her scent filled his entire being.
Leaning his head against the wood, he closed his eyes and fought the sudden urge to kick the door in.
That would probably scare her and it wouldn’t do to have an audience for what he intended to do with her.
He knocked on the door with a clenched fist and waited until a small, petite brunette opened it. She had large, lavender eyes and long hair that curled around an oval face.
His breathing ragged, he stared at her, wanting her with every piece of him.
~~Documentation: I copied this EXCERPT off the Sherrilyn Kenyon website.~~