ChapterFifteen
She could almost tastehim on her tongue. Her desire surged in time with his — one feeding off of the other to make an inferno. Her core clenched around nothing as her nipples pebbled against the silky material of her nightgown.
Gods, but she’d never felt lust like Kaz’s.
Norman had lusted after her plenty, but this was something else. She could feel it like it was its own entity, a being who wanted to swallow them both whole.
It was so intense that a part of her wanted to shy away from it, but the bigger part wished to throw herself into the flames, tofeelas she’d never felt before.
Her voice was hoarse with desire when she asked, “What do I make difficult?”
“Not five fucking minutes ago I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t fuck you,” he growled against her mouth. “And here I am, half a step away from ripping this little nightie off of you to find out just how pretty you look when you take my cock.”
An arresting image if ever there was one.
“Why in the world would you make a promise like that?” Atria found her hands moving of their own volition. They pressed against the thick, muscled slab of his stomach and felt the ripple of tension as his abdomen clenched.
Kaz’s skin was smooth and hot to the touch, like the raging fire between them wasn’t just metaphorical but lived inside of him. Atria’s nerves buzzed with pleasure at just that slight contact. Nothing was like skin on skin for an empath, whose desire to connect with other beings was both their greatest strength and most obvious weakness.
“I’m supposed to protect you, to take care of you,” he rasped, voice dropping so low it sounded like it was pulled directly from his chest.
Atria couldn’t stop herself from tilting her head, allowing her lips to slot against his as she murmured, “I’m an empath. Weneedto be touched. And you’ll be rid of me tomorrow. If you really want to take care of me tonight, this is how you do it.”
One of Kaz’s hands abandoned her thigh to cup her jaw between his thumb and forefinger. He firmly tilted her head back, putting enough space between them to allow her to see into his dark eyes.
In the harsh light of the bathroom, she could just make out his slit pupils. They were blown so wide that there was almost no iris left — just two black holes threatening to suck her in.
Breathing harshly, he asked, “And when I’mridof you, who will give you thetouchyou need, princess?”
Atria blinked owlishly. “Someone else?”
Fury. Despair. Determination. Confusion. Lust. So much lust.
It all hit her in a screaming wave as Kaz’s eyes widened. His nose wrinkled with a terrifying shadow of a snarl. For the briefest moment, she was taken back to the parking lot, to the fact that Kaz was a predator who could twist her head off her neck with one hand.
But the hands on her body were gentle. The emotions bursting from him were hot and wild but not violent. There was no bloodlust. There was only heat. He looked and felt like he was ready to devour her in great, furious bites.
Atria’s lips parted as she stared up at him, her eyes half-lidded and heart beating fast against her ribs. She’d never been with a predator before.
I think I’ve been missing out.
In one abrupt movement, his right hand slid up beneath her nightgown to clasp her waist, dragging her down to the edge of the counter at the same time that his head dropped.
A hard, angry kiss bruised her lips. Kaz’s growl reverberated into the soft flesh of her mouth. His left hand sank into her damp hair, claws curling possessively, as he wedged his hips more firmly into the cradle of her thighs. She could feel him against the aching flesh of her bare cunt, all rough denim and blazing heat.
Fangs nipped at her lower lip with a brazen command:open.
Atria scrambled to grip his shoulders, her ankles crossing behind his back, and held on as she parted her lips for him.
Kaz didn’t kiss so much as heconsumed.His tongue tangled with hers in a sensual, dominating glide only to pull back so he could bite her again. When her lips were swollen and tender, he would return for another frantic, open-mouthed kiss, as if he couldn’t get enough and didn’t even care if he was breathing.
He tasted earthy and a tiny bit sweet, like freshly made green tea. A calming sort of taste perfectly at odds with the way he ravaged her, and how she felt his hips flex every time he nipped her, pressing the hot bar of his cock against her with hard, rolling thrusts.
Shelovedit.
Atria sank into the lust and let it sweep everything else away. She didn’t think about what would happen next, or how stupid it was to sleep with Margot’s brother-in-law. She felt almost drunk on the taste of him, the way he held her still as he took and took and took.
Every touch was luscious, and the more he took, the more she wanted to give.
