What do you want, Koryn?
He lifted his hand and, using a singular finger, lifted the dark hair on my shoulder away so that my skin was fully exposed by the scoop of the dark gray velvet dress I wore.
“You know what power feels like. You have felt it coursing beneath your skin,” he said. “Waking parts of you that you did not realize were there.”
I struggled to get in a breath. “What are you doing?”
“Power is intoxicating. It overwhelms all of your senses. Those of us who feel deeply feel its pressure the most,”
Us.
Desire bloomed in my stomach. No, it had been there for a while. Since we’d sat on the bed the first time and he’d taken my hands. Maybe before. But it spun upward, assaulting my senses, and downward, so intense I pressed my thighs together.
“You are using your power on me,” I managed, the words thick.
“Maybe,” he admitted. He still did not touch me. His hands moved up and down my arms, but they hovered. So close that a single deep breath from either of us and we’d be touching. It whipped the desire up even higher. My skin burned beneath the gown. I did not feel helpless or lost anymore. Need was quickly consuming everything. “But this was inside of you all along, sweetling. I am merely helping you understand it.”
My power, my desire, or myself?
“All it takes is a word,” he said, his hands caressing the air around my shoulders. “And I will stop.”
I knew he was offering the escape that Garrick would not give me. Garrick was noble, caring, and, despite his betrayal, honorable. Garrick wouldn’t take my body without also having my heart. But I wasn’t sure my heart was worth giving.
Giving any more of myself to the Dark God was reckless. But I could not help myself.
I wanted it.
I wanted him.
CHAPTER 27
KORYN
“Don’t stop.”
He could see into my mind. Every misgiving, every surge of desire, every part of me was laid bare to him. There was no hiding from the conflict of darkness and light. I could not tell him one thing while my heart said another. But even so, I said the words. The tempest in my mind was not enough.
“I want this,” I said aloud.
For a few excruciating seconds, I thought he would abandon me. That this had all been a trick, another ploy of the Dark God to manipulate me to his unknown, nefarious ends. But then he leaned in, his breath not just warm but hot against my skin, and pressed his perfect mouth to the sensitive skin on the back of my neck that he’d exposed by lifting away my hair.
The low sound of pleasure that hummed from his lips against my skin and into my being was one of the most erotic and satisfying things I’d heard in my entire life. The Dark God wanted me.TheDark God. Wantedme.
I’d spent so much time staring at his mouth, and now I understood why. It was not just the luscious bow shape that was perfect, with the indent thick enough that I could press my pinkie finger into it. It was that I’d known, somehow, just fromlooking at him, that he’d know precisely what to do with that otherworldly mouth.
He sucked hard on my neck, taking full possession of my throat. The scrape of his teeth had me arching against him. His hands were there, sliding down the air beside my arms to finally—finally—grip my hips.
He was not gentle, but I did not need gentle. I needed to feel with such intensity that it blocked out everything else. Heknew.
The Dark God fitted his mouth around my collarbone, biting into my flesh. The sensation lashed through me, straight to my pussy. He did not break the skin, but I would not have cared if he did. I was quickly losing the ability for rational thought. Maybe I’d never had it. Maybe I was an irrational, broken being and always had been. With his mouth on me, it did not fucking matter.
He pinned me against the window, cold from the glass pressing in against my back while the heat of him consumed me from the front. His body was narrow but strong and impossibly hard. I’d felt the unyielding shape of him when he took my hands, but having the full length of him pressed against me was entirely new.
Intoxicating, just like he’s said. Had he known we would end up here?
Of course, he did. I was destined to be his?—
“Wife.”
