“But you can’t die.”
He frowned.
She added, “Not until I’ve learned all your secrets.”
Their eyes met, and he fought to comprehend the sensations overtaking his body. He wasn’t used to feeling anything except perpetual coldness. He hadn’t believed he was even capable after millennia of infusing himself with necromancy.
“Let me free.” She pulled against the ghostly bonds still pinning her wrists and ankles down, and he noticed anew their positions. His much larger body was still over hers, his hips between her legs. He still gripped her long hair, tugging her head to one side and exposing her neck.
She struggled a little more, and the sight caused his lids to drop halfway down his eyes. His lips curved. “No.”
“Murmur.” She spoke through gritted teeth.
That heat pulsed low in his abdomen again. “Keep struggling. I enjoy it.”
They stared at each other. He hated maintaining eye contact with anyone, yet he enjoyed it with her. Perhaps because he enjoyed the sight of her feistiness melting away as he overpowered her.
“Murmur.”
The heat pulsed yet again at the sound of his name on her lips.
And then he felt it.
His body stirring. Awakening.Hardening.
And he suddenly understood what was happening, what rush he was chasing, what the sensation of heat filling him was.
His groin pressed against hers, and where before it had simply been an effective way to keep her pinned, suddenly, it was … more. Much more.
Her eyes flared, and she shifted. Friction. The heat pulsed. The blood pooled and throbbed. It was dizzying, hot.Alive.His head spun. His heart pounded.
Suyin made a tiny, breathless sound.
Her gasp broke the spell, and he lurched back, releasing his souls and freeing her fettered limbs.
“Get out.” His heart was racing so fast he found it difficult to breathe. His chest was tight. Constricting him.
His body was supposed to be dead. It had died ages ago. His consciousness had been animating a lifeless corpse for centuries. A corpse that felt nothing—no sensation of pleasure or pain or desire.
Apparently not.
Suyin sat up, staring at him, eyes wide.
“Get out and don’t come in here again.” His voice shook with his unsteady breath.
She opened her mouth. She was going to speak. She wasn’t running away. What the fuck was wrong with this woman?
“GET OUT!” he roared, and finally, she took the hint. She scrambled off the bed without another word and hurried out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Suyin didn’t stop running until she was back in the safety of her bedroom. She sat on the bed and brought her knees up to her chest, hugging them tightly.
He got hard.Their bodies had been pressed together, her limbs spread apart and held down by spectral hands. Yeah, that part had been disturbing, but the way he’d been staring at her, their faces so close …
Keep struggling. I enjoy it.
A low pulse of heat throbbed between her legs.
“Fuck,” she said aloud.No, no, we’re not going there. Control yourself.
