Chapter Twenty-Six
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I WAS GOING OUT OF MY fuckingmind.
Everything was changing—intensifying, compounding, spiralling toward something I couldn’t control unless I touched her.
But...if I touched her, Ifelther.
They were just flickers of her feelings, the hauntings of her thoughts, but...I didn’t want to feel them. I didn’t want to have yet another thing to deal with, yet I couldn’t shake it. Couldn’t stop it.
So I neededherto stop it.
So I didn’t incinerate this plane.
Crushing her to the pillowy mattress and swiping off the stupid number of fluffy pillows, I exhaled and pressed my lips to her throat.
Her skin was cool. I needed more.
She shuddered beneath me, her hands straying to my lower back.
A groan escaped as I pressed my hot mouth to her neck and rasped against her skin, “Help me.” The words tore free before pride could stop them. I’d never begged anyone...even on those worst days.
My skin threatened to peel from my bones as she dug her nails into the muscles on either side of my spine and...nodded.
Whatever fragile restraint I had left disintegrated.
Pulling back just enough to get to her mouth, I kissed her.
She moaned and kissed me back, our heads tilting, tongues knotting.
And it wasn’t enough.
Wrapping one arm around her back, I reared up on my knees and hauled her higher up the bed, never breaking the kiss, not giving either of us time to think.
Her dress rode up under my hands.
She gasped as I tossed her into the centre of the mattress. Her fingers clutched my shoulders as I punished her with another brutal kiss, seeking that calmness only she could give me.
She held on while I took everything.
Something twisted viciously in my chest, every part of me reacting to her on a cellular level.
Her fingers clawed at my shirt, yanking me closer as if she could drag the very breath from my lungs. I settled my hips between her spread legs, rocking my throbbing hardness against her.
Her hands landed on my waistband, hesitant and a little unsure, offering herself to me as she tried to loosen my trousers.
I caught her wrists and guided them above her head, caging her beneath me.
The kiss ended and I panted hard, resting my forehead on hers.
Her gaze dropped to my chest—to the dagger wound she’d given me.
Her thighs tightened around my hips as she looped her legs over mine and hooked her ankles together. My eyebrows rose in question then a tortured snarl tumbled free as she rocked against me, blatantly trying to make me break.
I fell on her again.
Letting her wrists go, I kissed her as hard as I could, all while my right hand gathered up her dress and buried itself between her legs. She cried out as I cupped her.
