I couldn’t resist the urge to nuzzle my nose against his, flooding with yet more heat and need and longing. We could delay running for a couple of minutes, couldn’t we? “Are you okay? Are you in pain?”
He just nodded.
Did that mean he was okay or was he in pain? How much pain? How long before he finally managed to livewithoutpain?
Pressing his entire body against me, his hand slid into my long, rain-crinkled hair.
I gulped and licked my lips, melting on the spot. “What-What are you doing?”
He paused as if battling with himself, but then his eyes flashed with black determination. “I need to know if it’s really dead.”
Before I could ask what he meant, his mouth crashed on mine in a wicked kiss.
His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back just enough to deepen, to take, to test.
He used me.
Completely broke me as he hurled me into all those feelings I’d done my best to ignore.
His mouth opened wider as the kiss turned reckless and cruel.
My spine bruised against the wall. His hips pressed against my belly, revealing how quickly he went from healing to hard. His tongue grew rougher, deeper—like he was daring himself to lose control. Pushing himself to the threshold that always knocked him out.
His tongue hunted mine.
I licked him back—
He snapped.
Slamming me against the wall, he held me prisoner as he kissed me like I was the only thing he ever wanted and the only thing he truly feared.
Fiercely.Violently.
I clung to him, begging him to give me air all while he stole it.
“Fuck...” He groaned, feeding me his voice, his hunger.
My pulse roared in my ears as my heart erupted, fissures of frost cut straight through my veins, doing its best to put out the fire Lucien conjured. I didn’t know if it was the dregs of the pill he’d given me or something else, but my broken systemstruggled to tell what was lust or stress, crushing me with sudden pain.
I turned dizzy.
He kissed me harder, his hands tightening in my hair.
His bandaged chest crushed mine, feeding me the rhythm of his own heart. It hammered through his ribs, wild and unrestrained.
Faster. Harder. Louder.
He seized my wrist, slamming my palm against his chest—right over the vitalsync core. His thigh wedged between my legs, rocking against the part of me that needed, needed,needed.
Grinding his hardness against my belly, he drove me utterly insane.
Was thisthemoment?
Was he planning on stealing my virginity minutes after being electrocuted?
“Lucien...”
He swallowed my voice, nipping at my bottom lip.
