He wore the emotion all over his face and body.
“You thought I would erase your memory after what we’ve shared this week?” he asked, his tone dangerous. Tiny lights sparked in his irises.
Oh, no. He was not going to intimidate me.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You never said anything different,” I pointed out.
His jaw ticked. “You let me touch you, thinking that I would erase the memory of that from your mind?”
He sounded insulted. No, disgusted.
What. The. Fuck?
I reared back and thumped him on the shoulder with my fist. “As I recall,I amthe one who touched you. I figured we’d eventually have the conversation, but the way you’re looking at me, like you never want to forget me, makes me wonder if I was wrong!”
In a flash, Daniel flipped me onto my back and loomed over me, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of my head.
“I will never forget you,” he rasped, leaning over me, appearing more predator than man. “And you will never forget me.”
My heart started to pound against my sternum at the look in his eyes. Somewhere along the line, he’d stopped hiding what he was thinking and feeling from me. I was beginning to be able to read him as easily as I did Sela.
His face lowered to mine, moving to the side so our cheeks slid against one another. He stopped when his lips brushed the shell of my ear.
“Don’t push me, my Carina. Because I may decide not to let you go.”
I shivered, but it wasn’t from fear. No, pure arousal pulsed between my legs. This was a side of Daniel I’d only discovered since we had sex.
Outside of the bedroom, he was a perfect gentleman. He took care of me. He was gentle. He was funny.
But this Daniel…this Daniel was going to command me. Consume me.
Break me.
He nudged my cheek with his, turning my head to the side until my neck was exposed.
Then, he dragged his lips and tongue down the side of my throat, lighting a shower of sparks beneath my skin.
My nipples went hard, and I reached up to clasp the front of his shirt.
One of his fangs scraped my skin and I suddenly shoved him back.
He wasn’t expecting it so he fell over to one side. His hand braceleted my wrist, as though he wanted to keep from leaving the bed, but that wasn’t my intention. Not at all.
I rolled with him, straddling his hips, and mimicked his earlier pose. I leaned over him, placing my hands on either side of his head, denting the pillow.
“Who says I’m going to letyougo?” I asked.
I straightened, grabbing each side of his shirt, and jerked the material apart, causing buttons to fly and material to tear.
He stared up at me in shock, the emerald fire of his eyes stuttering for a brief moment.
Relishing in my momentary power, I did something that was either completely brilliant or utterly idiotic. I leaned forward and sank my teeth into the top of his pectoral. Biting him hard enough to leave a mark.
He hissed and arched his back. I ran my tongue over the grooves my teeth had left in his skin. I hadn’t broken through, so there was no blood, but he would be wearing my mark while I rode him.
In a blink, I was once again on my back on the bed. Dammit, he kept messing with my plans!
