“I know.”
She is so warm and wet. My cock throbs.
Take her pleasure.
I slip a finger into her and she cries out, rocking her hips against my hand. Her nails dig into my shoulders. She shudders. I feel like an animal. Possessive. Protective. Ravenous.
Mine.The voice of my shadow is deafening.
“I don’t want to wait any longer… I need you now,” she moans.
Her words, mixed with her clenching heat, pull me deeper until I am little more than a creature of need.
Let go.
I push against the darkness, gritting my teeth. “Amara, tell me exactly what you want, or I will take it all.” My words are raw and merciless. They hardly sound like my own. And her body responds in the worst way possible, clenching around my fingers as a mewl escapes her lips. “Tell. Me,” I demand. My body is tense and vibrating. Every muscle coiled tight enough to shatter.
“Let me give you what you gave me,” she says. There is no fear in her despite the darkness raging through me. She sees my shadow—there is no way she does not—and yet does not recoil.
Claim her.
No!
I pull back quickly and stand, raking a hand down my face and adjusting myself to relieve the pressure behind my leathers.
“Vok,” I whisper, rubbing a hand over my mouth and stepping back from the bed. I was so close to putting her in danger. Too close.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
Let go!
It won’t stop. I cannot make it stop. I trained for so long to have superior control over myself, and the Zhyrrak has stripped me of it in less than a day.
So many lies.
Let go.
I do not want to hurt her!
I think I am losing my mind. My hands grip the sides of my face. I cannot live like this, in the middle of this battle between myself and whatever … whatever this darkness is. This voice that I cannot drown out. This unyielding hunger.
“Are you ok?” she asks, pushing herself up. She is concerned but not scared. She should be scared.
“Why are you not scared of me?” I ask.
She looks confused as she scoots closer to the edge of the bed. “I’m not scared of you, Vexar. I thought we just?—”
I shake my head and take another step back. “I do not want to hurt you.”
She pinches her lips for a moment, watching me. Then a gentle confidence takes over her face as she tilts her head and says, “You won’t.” Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she leans back onto her elbows and lets her legs fall open, baring herself to me.
Take her pleasure.
My body moves on its own, closing the distance between us in a single stride. I grip her hips and drag her to the edge of the bed with more force than I should. The lustful whine she makes sounds like the creaking of trees in a strong wind. Like shifting ice on a dark night. It is the sound of nature’s power.
“Look at me,” I demand as I lower myself to my knees in front of Amara’s glistening sex. “I need your pleasure.” I do not know what is driving me, but I know this is the only way to calm myself. To regain control.
The smile that curls her lips is the most wicked thing I have ever seen. “Then take it,” she says, raising a single brow.
