Page 381 of Coal Hearts

Yes...

“Fuck—” His black voice entered my subspace. “I need you to come. Come for me, little dream. Come because you want me...just as much as I want you.”

My eyes flew wide.

Dream.

He sucked in a breath, noticing his slip.

His rhythm faltered just for a second.

Just enough for the rapture within me to crack.

Heinous truth flooded back.

This is wrong.

He’s wrong.

What on earth are you doing?

What mad delusion had I drunk to believe, even for a second, that I wanted this man after what he’d done to me.

“Stop,” I whimpered.

“Merde, you taste divine. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so damn long.” He kissed my cheeks, my eyes, my nose. “Every damn day.”

He kissed my lips.

Drinking me down.

Drugging me.

“Stop,” I whispered into his mouth. “You have to—”

“Come,” he groaned. “Come with me—”

“Stop,” I snapped. “Henri, please.”

He didn’t hear me.

Too far gone.

Too deep.

Too dark.

I was shattering, splintering—

“Let me go!” I scratched his shoulders, all while my body tensed to release in rip-roaring agony.

He thrust.

Hard.

Viciously, brutally hard.

Short, sharp, savage pumps.