And Goddesses, she is so beautiful.
Painfully, I release her hand, only so I can move closer. I grip the edge of her seat, feeling the heat of her thighs against my thumbs as I drag her stool closer.
“You seek violence and vengeance, little empath?” I murmur, the old nickname making her heart race.
The sound is so soothing, alluring, my gaze tracks the pulse in her throat before reaching her darkened gaze.
She tilts up her chin, glares at me so defiantly with those burning embers.
Burn me, set me alight.
“Yes,” she says. “And I want you to treat me as yourbond.”
I stare at her, let those words stain the air.Your bond.
A memory I will never let perish.
I lean closer, so much closer, enough that when I nod my head in gentle agreement, my lips almost brush her cheek.
“What else do you want?” I whisper, thumbs trailing up and down the outside of her legs, over her hip and back.
“I want…” Her words catch as I keep touching her, soft brushes and nothing more. “I…”
“Anything, mon âme.” I pull back so our lips are level, encouraging her to close the distance.
She shakes her head, making her lips almost brush mine. “I really need…”
She fidgets, her nose coming closer to mine, the skin barely touching, before my eyes lower to her mouth again. Her tongue traces her lower lip, and I consume it like a rabid beast.
“...You to take me to work.” Then she stands.
My hands fall away as I look up at her. She has a wide grin in place, trying so hard to appear unaffected. But I can feel the heat of her body, hear the blood rushing through her veins, and I’m not ready to back down—not just yet.
I rise, and she’s instantly overwhelmed. She’s wearing flat shoes, and I tower over her, consuming all blank space.
That’s it, mon âme.Look at me.
She’s stunned for a moment, tilting her head up and up until she’s having to move backwards. I swipe the stools out of my path, and they clatter to the floor as I stalk towards her.
“Is that all?” I purr, and my rumble is a pleased one.
The back of her legs knock into a side cabinet, she stills, head tilting as far back as she can to see me.
“I… Well…” she tries.
Poor thing.
My darkness roars to life. I am in control, but seeing her struggle like this… like perfect prey…
I close the distance, smiling at her—a wide, full smile.
“It’s awfully hard to hear you down there.” With one arm, I sweep her up, place her upon the cabinet top, and with one hand engulfing her hip, I slide her back against the wall. “Try again for me.”
We’re not eye level, so I lower myself slightly, but she still has to tilt her face up. But this time, her jaw is set, her eyes narrowed into fiery slits.
She glares at me. Another version of her. Another one to obsess over.
“What’s wrong, mon âme?” I don’t bother to hide my mock concern.
