Page 118 of Darkest Destiny


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He dragged me closer before I could protest, the movement fast and instinctive.

“Lucien—”

Something snapped in his stare. Black and lost and yearning.

His fingers flexed as if he wanted to strangle me but then...

Something broke.

Yanking me over the back of the couch, he caught me as I tumbled into his lap.

I cried out as I landed.

I gasped as he grabbed my cheeks.

And I moaned as his mouth crashed over mine with savage, unconscious hunger.

His fingers bruised my face as he kept me locked in place, utterly at his mercy.

He kissed me exquisitely hard,brutallyhard.

Deep and devouring—blowing my one and only other kiss to smithereens.

His lips captured mine like he’d been starving for an eternity.

I clung to his shirt as his tongue plunged into my mouth. My entire sense of self was destroyed in an instant. He tasted like metal and fire and tragedy.

He growled low and primal, the sound vibrating through my bones.

He wasn’t gentle or hesitant; he was fierce and furious and hunted my soul like he wanted to destroy it.

Every shift of his lips and sweep of his tongue demanded ultimate surrender while every part of me begged for mercy.

My nails dug into his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath, his hammering heart matching mine.

He tore his mouth away, only to drag in a ragged breath before crashing back again—rougher, hungrier, desperate.

My pulse thudded, racing toward overload.

My body arched in his hold, no longer sure where he ended and I began.

His hips thrust up as he kissed me dangerously deep, rocking his hardness against my bottom as I lay like a bride on his lap.

One of his hands slid down to the base of my neck, his thumb brushing my throat.

I moaned—

He.

Froze.

His eyes flew open and the desperation that’d gotten us into this mess shattered, replaced by blackest horror.

With a primal grunt, he shoved me off him, severing our connection.

I landed in an undignified heap on the floor, my heart smashing against each rib as if it wanted to escape its prison and fall back into his arms.

I scrambled away, panting hard, bashing into the coffee table.