I moan, rolling my head to the side, unwell with longing.
“Then I shoved his face into the puddle of blood and held it there until he drowned, exactly what I told you I would do if someone makes you bleed.”
And that rush of forbidden feelings tries to penetrate my heartagain, but I must be a master at stuffing emotions, because I don’t let any past my walls. This man kills for me, spills blood to avenge my own, but I can’t let him in?
It’s fine. He doesn’t want me to anyway.
With trembling fingers, I flip the cups upward over my chest. My bra treasures were all lost from my pocket at the Ring, but I managed to slip the cork of a vial from Milo’s room into my bra. One bit of security. It tumbles down my side as though eager to escape and leave me vulnerable. Goosebumps climb over me, and that familiar throbbing between my thighs can’t be ignored.
With a sound like he’s about to enjoy a good meal—something much better than a bar—he goes on. “And those lips you’re licking, I want—”
“To kiss me,” I finish for him.
His lips collide with mine, pressing our faces close. The contact zips down to my toes in a current of pleasure. He groans and shudders with pain, finally peeling himself away and panting at my side.
“Tell meyou kiss me, you crazy fuck, not actually kiss me!” I settle the storm in my chest and close my eyes again.
“I can’t keep my lips off you. I kiss down your neck, across your chest… over your heart, matching its beat,” he says, out of breath.
My breasts tighten under his imaginary touch, his words sparking life into the sensations.
“And when you hold my head against you, I bite your nipple.”
I laugh through my nose. “How hard?”
“Enough to make you cry out but still want more.”
My heartbeat claims my whole body, arousal commanding and demanding control over me, everything from the whimper I hold back to the pelvic muscles I squeeze, the swelling and warmth, the sting of desire. How could it take me so completely? He’s not even touching me.
“Pinch them.”
My eyes flash open. “What?”
His jaw is tight, his eyes an abyss swallowing me up, but I’m stuck on the way his hand pumps inside his pants. So damn gorgeous.
“Thumbs and pointers on your nipples.” He stares intently at the tiny buds. “And pinch.Hard.”
Chapter 12
ELIVANDER
Never holds her arms at her sides, defying me. She squirms, her thighs pinned together, toes rolled tight.
How could I be so lucky? I grip myself tighter.
You’re not lucky. I brought her to you,Kelter says, intruding on my thoughts.
Shut it. I’m busy.
He scoffs. Kind of hard to ignore.
I focus on the goosebumps on Never’s chest, the circles around her nipples. “You’re going to be my hands.”
Those indigo eyes look back at me, such desire—and unease. She can’t let go. Words. Thoughts. Her body. She’s always tied up tight… actually, that’s an idea for next—
No.Kelter’s voice scrapes through my mind.
Get out. I can’t block you when I’m feeling anything intense.
