The feel of his tongue sliced deep inside me. Oh. Gods.
“Please...” I begged, not knowing which I was begging for—to stop or keep going.
He growled, rolling into me again, shredding a violent shiver down my spine.
Doing nothing more than pinning me to the bed and rolling his hips into me fully clothed, I felt consumed. Every nerve burned; every inchof my skin pulsed. He incinerated me inside and out. He was everywhere. Stealing my mind, body, and soul.
And I wanted nothing more than for him to finish me. Burn every last piece to the ground.
Our eyes locked.
I couldn’t move or speak, his mouth barely a breath from mine.
His chest heaved in and out, his eyes tracking mine. Desire assaulted every molecule, licking and stroking the air with ruin.
Something deep inside me hummed with life. With death. The two sides circling and lashing out in an endless battle.
I wanted him to kiss me. To thrust inside me so deeply there would be no beginning or end.
His mouth lowered, the heat from his lips grazing mine.
I craved to take everything like I did the other day. Instead of my shadow touching his body, I dove underneath, grazing his mind, his soul, reaching for his truth.
I barely slipped under his skin when I felt energy slammed back into me, engulfing me.
Mind-blowing pain.
Blinding pleasure.
Intimate. Raw. It broke me down to a single shred of existence, like being hit by a strike of lightning. The power infused us, blinding, painful, but filled me so full only the deepest, rawest carnal passion thumped and ripped through me.
A howl echoed through the room at the same time a cry tore from my lips, the energy penetrating and winding around us, and I quickly retreated, the extreme emotions overwhelming every sense.
“Fuck!” he bellowed, scrambling off me with a snarl, his lids lowered on me like I was some demon. “What the fuck was that?”
My breath was ragged; I wondered the same thing. “I-I don’t know.”
He stared down at me, his chest heaving. “Don’t ever fuckin’ do it again,” he rasped out, fury and disgust curling his lip.
“Don’t worry.” Sitting up, my lip rose. “I won’t. I want nothing to do with you.”
“Good,” he snapped, his shoulders still surging. “Let’s keep it that way.”
He turned abruptly, slamming out of the door, leaving me gasping, horny, scared, and rejected.
Which assembled into one pissed-off bitch.
Chapter
Eight
Sleep abandoned me, leaving me out in the cold, harsh land of my thoughts.
Tossing and turning, I searched for reprieve over and over, only to end up even more restless and cranky. My head filled with everything that had been going on, though one thing seemed to dominate it, one person, but I was trying really hard not to acknowledge the endless space he was taking up in my mind.
I gave up around three a.m. I turned on my lamp and sat up, hugging my arms around my legs. Warwick wasn’t the only thing churning in my brain. I was also worried about Ash. Wondering if he was back in Budapest yet, if he was okay. Andris, Birdie, and especially Scorpion were constantly circling through my thoughts. Were they safe? Found a new base? Andris was probably freaking out, thinking something horrible happened to me.
The one person who would know I was at least alive was Scorpion.
