Primal Heat 05 - Darkness Reborn

those good things in life that give people the strength to get up each day and cope with what they have. It's the blood that flows through me."
    He narrowed his eyes, holding her tight as the water gently bumped them against each other. "So, why did it take my pain away?"
    She shook her head. "I don't know." She raised her eyebrows. "I don't suppose you're part angel, are you?"
    He laughed softly. "You really think there's a chance of that?"
    She didn't need to answer. They'd both felt the evil consuming him. "Demons and angels are cut of the same cloth," she said. "We just go in different directions." She frowned. "But angel water would burn a demon."
    "You mean, like this?" He held up his hand, revealing a crimson streak across his palm. "I got this when I was feeling the mist from the water."
    "Oh..." Foreboding rippled through Sarah. "But it's not burning you now."
    "No. It's not. It burns me one minute, heals me the next. I feel like I'm near death, and then a minute later, I'm raging with violence and pain. My head feels like it's splitting in two, and I don't know what the fuck is going on." His eyes darkened then, and he shifted position, pinning her up against the wall of the cave. His pelvis pressed against hers, his hand locked down on the rock next to her shoulder, blocking the water for both of them. He was so imposing, his broad shoulders gleaming and wet as the water cascaded off his skin. "But you do. Tell me now, Sarah. Tell me who I am."
    She swallowed, aware that they were alone in the tunnel. She could hear her grandmother shouting at them, asking if they were okay. She could hear the rumble of Thano and Ryland's deep voices as they checked out the hole.
    "We're good," Kane shouted. "We'll be out in a few minutes. Sarah needs to recover."
    There was a whoop and a holler of victory from Nonny, and Sarah heard her ordering Thano and Ryland to back off and give them space. Sarah's heart began to pound at Kane's closeness, and suddenly she didn't want to be in there with him. All she could think about was the night he'd saved her from her brother, the intensity of the physical connection between them, the way he'd stripped through her defenses and made love to her so passionately and so intently that she'd fallen completely under his spell.
    The angel water had marked him. It would only mark demons. Only demons.
    "No." Kane moved closer, his bulk blocking out the sunlight. He grabbed her wrists with his free hand and pinned them over her head. "No more games, Sarah. No more shutting me out." He bent his head, his mouth inches from hers, so his breath was warm and tempting against her lips. "Who the hell am I, and why in God's name can I think of nothing else right now except tearing off your clothes and driving into you until you scream my name and become a part of my soul for all eternity? You have an answer for that one, too, I bet."
    So much was raging through Kane's mind that he could barely think. The violence that had been haunting him had eased the moment they'd hit the water, and the pain had settled, but in its place was a rising lust that was nearly crippling in its intensity. He pressed Sarah's wrists more tightly against the rock, breathing in her scent. He felt alive, more alive than he ever had been in his life. The emptiness was long gone, and he was filled with desire, lust, passion and life, and it all centered on the woman in his arms.
    His blood was thundering through him, and he was viscerally aware of her breasts crushed against his chest, of her hips pinned by his, of the desire pouring off her.
    All he wanted was answers, and yet all he could think about was her body pinned beneath his. With a low growl, he caught her lower lip in his teeth, needing to touch her, to own her, to make her his. "Tell me what you know." He wasn't moving, wasn't letting her up until he had answers. To all of it.
    She took a breath and met his gaze. "Kane, I don't know for sure—"
    "No more excuses, Sarah." He tightened his grip on her, his adrenaline beginning to race. It was time. He knew it. Right now, he was going to get the answers he'd been seeking for so long. "Tell me what you know. Why do I fit in here? What did I see in your woods and why did it affect me like that? Why did that water burn my palm, but no one else's?" His voice vibrated with urgency. "What the fuck are my scars from?"
    Sarah stared at him, and he knew then that she was going to tell him. "There are demons in our woods,