That is the most dangerous emotion of all.
I should close my eyes, look away, but I’m not strong enough. Not anymore.
Everything about her is pure temptation. So sinful. So—
Ours.
“Kane?” she whispers.
It’s like a sledge hammer to thick ice. Her soft voice cracks, ruptures, any strength I tried to forge.
I clench my hand into a tighter fist, feeling the ring bite harder into my palm.
“My darkness…” I try to say, voice strained and curled with the dark. “That part of me… it can be…”
Too much. Too fast.
Possessive. Controlling. Obsessive.
And once it’s had a taste—once I’ve had a taste…
“I don’t want you to regret this,” I manage through my tense jaw.
Her lips part. There’s a soft hitch in her breathing as she listens and stares.
Then her fiery eyes sharpen with focus, her voice clear and steady. “I want this. I want you. I won’t regret it.”
The words slam into me.
I want you.
Me.
My control frays. The ice fractures further. The darkness inside surges.
She wants us. Claim her. Give. Take. Ours. Now.
But it seems she’s not done riling my beast. She tilts her head, her soft hair tumbling over one shoulder in a soft wave, then she delivers a slow,dangeroussmile.
“Especiallythe dark parts,” she murmurs in a delicate,teasingrasp. “I want to see what this dangerous idimmu…”She leans back, and the skirt of her dress rises, revealing more of her smooth, creamy thighs. “Will do with the immaru in his bed.”
All I can do is stare.
“Unless you’re scared,”she murmurs—inside my head.
Speaking straight to me.
To it.
Ours.
My restraint shatters.
The realm descends upon us, and her eyes dart around the darkening space before snapping back to me. She swallows.
I push off the wall, closing the distance with precise, steady steps and begin unbuttoning my shirt. Her eyes latch onto the action, studying my fingers intently, one slow button at a time.
When it falls to the ground, her gaze climbs back up, locking onto my chest.
