I wanted to seehim.
Though to be fair, when I’d awakened in the forest, I wasn’t entirely sure I wasn’t dreaming. I’d grown up on the outskirts of Dublin, so the strangest thing in my world was American tourists.
Certainly not a lot of beautiful, legendary creatures traipsing around the mainland, no matter what the tour guides tell you.
The gray-skinned creature who held me in my dreams, and the half-shifted man who held me when I had awakened, all dark eyes vast like the night sky, was beautiful. I’d never seen anything like him, and I found it hard to breathe.
Everything blurred around me, and I felt in some ways like I was still being held by those damn vines, frozen in awe as the world moved around me, as it ceased to function outside ofus.
My power surged beneath his touch, beneath his gaze then, in those woods.
Just like it did now when I looked at him.
A girl could really get used to this kind of feeling...
The deepdesirethat he inspired within me to hunger, to lust, to go after what I want.
And I want so many things...
“What time is it?” I asked as I rubbed my eyes, adjusting to my surroundings. My entire body felt warm, sweaty, and I was more than aware that I needed a damn shower, a good meal, and my bed.
“It is just after eight thirty,” he said as he stood, reaching for his shirt and jacket. I watched as he put them on, reality dawning on me, and my loins literallythrobbedas memory flooded me.
We’d... kissed.
Well, I guess we did a little more than kiss..
Which should make me feel scared, embarrassed, or anxious, but...
Just the memory of Bane’s solid slab of incubus dick rubbing against my rather sensitive clit stirred that familiar tingling feeling.
His hand, warm against the skin of my back, his teeth nipping at my sensitive lips, his breath on my skin...
But beneath that fire, that lust that seemed to accompany me in his presence, there was something else.
The feel of his hair against my neck as he buried his face there.
The way he held me close, as if he didn’t want to let go.
His fingers sliding through my hair as I drifted off to sleep like a comatose virgin who’d just had the most intense orgasm of her life... after discovering first base.
Or was it second base?
Did grinding myself over his wicked cock count as second base if we were... clothed?
The fact I couldn’t discern such a thing was downright shameful.
That was the moment my stomach decided to voice its opinion on the matter.
“We should get you to the infirmary,” he suggested.
“I’m fine,” I said as I attempted to stand on my own.
“You revived a dead forest and... fed... an incubus. A feat that is no small matter, given the amount of power it takes to do onlyoneof those things,” he said as he came closer to me, his eyes flashing with darkness as his gaze fell to my lips.
Just that one look ignited fire in my belly, causing my insides to twist again as my body warmed with desire.
I watched as he slid his hands into his pockets, my gaze fixating on the definition of his arms, the way the light glinted off the buttons of his shirt.
