Bane followed me wordlessly, the blanket falling from between us like discarded dreams.
I brought my legs up, positioning myself so I could feel him rubbing against my heated core.
“Violet…” He said my name like a wish as his dark eyes captured mine.
“I don’t want to talk,” I said as I kissed him back, letting my hands run down his smooth human skin.
But it wasn’t what I wanted to feel at the moment. I wanted Bane in all his gancanagh glory.
I wanted my winged knight of fire.
“I want to feel you,” I whispered. “The real you. The part of you that you hide from me.” I gazed up at him, at the way his dark hair fell deliciously in his eyes.
“Violet, what you’re asking… If I lethim...my monster free... I don’t...”
I watched as something like fear passed in his eyes. I slid my hand in his hair, stroking the soft locks like he often did with me when I was feeling anxious, nervous.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to rein him back in,” he said shakily.
I tightened my thighs around his hips, focusing my gaze on his unsteady one.
“I wantyou,Bane. I don’t want you to hide who you are with me anymore, I—”
Bane kissed me with the fire of a thousand suns. He burned me from the inside out, disintegrating everything around me to ash until there was only this.
Us.
The words came out of my mouth of their own accord.
“I want you to make love to me, asyou.The real you.”
And almost as if my words were a spell their own, the air grew thin in the room as fire erupted around us—in the sconces, the dusty cobwebbed candelabras, and the half spilled, old candles.
Bane’s skin rippled, the paleness of his human flesh giving way to something much darker. The shade of gray that pushed forth reminded me of marble, the white veiny cracks that accentuated his skin like trails of lightning.
The sound of his pantsrippingpiqued my attention, as did the weight of his body against me, but I was too transfixed on the beauty of the monster before me to look at anything else.
He wasstunning.
All the stories I’d heard about monsters,gancanagh’sincluded, did not do them justice.
His wings spread like a bat, yet they remained only partially open due to the small space and ongoing fires around us.
“Is this what you want, Violet?” he said, his lips pulling back to display sharp, pointed fangs. His rune-like tattoos lit up blood red beneath the cracks of his skin, and he hissed. “A monster?”
“Yes,” I said as I kissed him, letting my tongue run over his long, sharp fang.
Heat swirled in my core, the friction between his much bigger than usual dick and my uniform making my magic go haywire. The lights flickered.
I slid my hands down his neck, his shoulders, committing the sleek softness to memory.
There was a coldness, a chill to his skin that contrasted my heat.
How do I put out this fire?
I had asked the fire sprite—Bane.
I knew exactly how to put out the fire burning between us.
