I just ate nightmares. I glowed with his power. I held something ancient inside me and didn't break.
If I can do that, I can do this. I can choose him.
His hand shakes. “Chelsea…”
“I want it all,” I repeat.
He scoffs. “You are…you are my beautiful fucking monster. Eats nightmares like you’ve been doing it for years, and now you want me.”
“I’ve always wanted you.”
He rocks back like my words punched him in the chest. His hand slides off my breast.
“From the moment we met,” I tell him. “Just like you wanted me.”
He shakes his head. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Everything and anything.”
“Sunshine doesn’t like darkness.”
“You’re wrong. Sunshineneedsdarkness.” I let that sink in and add, “And I need you.”
He reaches out, slides his hand over my cheek, and I lean into his touch.
Eryx takes a step in, and his lips meet mine again. This time the kiss is slower, sensual, not like he’s releasing steam but like he’s asking permission.
Which I’ve already given him.
His tongue teases me, and I tease it right back as I wind my fingers in his hair.
His hands slide under my shirt and skim my flesh. I relax into his touch and moan when his fingers slip under my bra and stroke my nipples.
“More,” I whisper.
He lightly pinches them, and moisture pools in my panties. I’m on fire for Eryx Nightshade. I want all of him.
I wasn’t lying when I said that.
My moan must flip a switch inside him, because the next thing I know, we’re crashing into the wall.
How did that get here?
He takes my hand in his, and the moment our fingers entwine, magic shoots out from us, and the next thing I know, my back is pressed up against?—
A wall of gold and black roses.
We stop kissing and take a look at the flowers.
“Our magic,” I muse.
He exhales a soft breath. “Let’s make more.”
“Wait.”
His eyes flare. “Is something wrong?”
“Where’s Nightmare?”
