Page 367 of Coal Hearts

Christ.

I twisted to face the wall and shoved a fist in my belly.

I swallowed hard as hot bile crawled up my throat. My nostrils flared as I did my best to lock down the old parts of me and embrace the ruthless comfort of finding a place where I belonged.

I reached for it.

Begged for it.

But then Ily shocked me stupid by slipping between me and the wall and dropping to her knees. She caught my eyes before grabbing my throbbing erection and sucking it into her wet, hot mouth.

That primitive creature inside me roared.

She dropped all my guards and arrowed into my heart.

Fuck.

I could come in a second.

Explode in a heartbeat.

I groaned and thrust forward, knocking her head against the wall.

She moaned in discomfort but didn’t stop blowing me. She looked up the length of my body, and my hands landed on her temples, my fingers brushing through her soaking blue-black hair.

So soft.

So perfect.

So mine.

My soul burst open.

My blood shook off its ice and embraced sunshine instead.

In one submissive move, she fucking enslaved me.

“Ily...” I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to revoke that final rule about keeping intimacy out of our roleplay. I wanted her to fall in love with me. I needed her to care.

But then my hazy eyes met hers, and I froze.

She didn’t watch me like I watched her. Didn’t sink into feelings of awe and attraction.

Fuck no.

She watched me like an enemy sizing up their opponent. A talented little terrorist intent on using my weaknesses against me.

And I stupidly confessed my greatest weakness is her...

Yanking my cock out of her mouth, I swatted away her fist. “What the hell are you doing?”

Prim and far too composed, she dropped her hands onto her lap. “I’m adapting.”

“Adapting?”

“To what’s expected of me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”