“I know you look like hell right now, and I know I can help.”
“Why?” he asked, and I could see the sweat forming on his brow. He moved his hand between his legs, and I couldn’t help but notice the sizeable bulge that had formed there, just inches in front of me.
The strangest feeling overcame me, images filling my brain as I wondered what it would feel like.
To run my hands over the length, taste it against my tongue, to be filled by it.
I blinked, trying to focus. It was probably just a reaction to his lustful magic, the air of desire a gancanagh emanated.
Right?
“Do you not... desire me?” I asked, shocked at the words.
I hadn’t meant to say that. At all.
What the hell?
Bane swallowed harshly, his red eyes glowing as his gaze traveled over me, where I sat. He kept his hand where it was, covering the strained fabric of his slacks.
“Desire isn’t the problem,” he said darkly, and I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face. Because the way he said it... only solidified my understanding.
He felt this, too. I was sure of it.
Whatever this is...
“Then what is?” I asked as I slowly reached for his hand.
For the sheerest moment as I grabbed his hand, I felt it.
A solid, formidable warm mass that twitched against my palm for a split second as I grabbed his hand and held it in my own.
Warmth pooled there, where we touched, little sparks of purple and pink fractals dancing between us once more.
My own energy ebbed like a sonar, latching onto him.
My gaze flashed to his twitching hardness beneath us.
“Violet,” he said, and only then did I realize I’d been staring like a damned idiot.
Real smooth, Vi.
Now he probably thinks you’re a weirdo.
“The problem is, I don’t want to hurt you,” he said weakly.
My gaze met his, and in his eyes I could see sadness.
Pain.
Guilt.
I thought about our class, about Professor O’Connor’s words.
Great pleasure.
Darkness.
And I thought about the overwhelming feeling oflove, I’d felt when I read the runes for him.
