Page 70 of Elite Metal: Warriors

“I do.”

His throat worked. “You don’t have a clue what I am.”

“I do.” She did. She could see through to his soul when she looked into his black eyes.

“If you knew who I was, what I want, you’d run screaming in the other direction.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“I am a beast,” he barked, lurching to his feet and pacing across the room.

She followed. “I know.”

“I am a savage.”

“I know.”

He whirled on her. “I like it…rough.”

She shuddered and reached for him and whispered, “I know.”

* * *

Benedict stared at her. His pulse howled in his veins, his mind spun with her scent, his heart lurched at the expression in her eyes.

His cock thrummed.

“I know,” she repeated and heat took him. A scorching, roiling, boiling tempest in his gut. He grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall with a snarl. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

She held his gaze, calm, serene, resolute. “I do.”

“Goddamn it, Michelle…” But there was little heat in his curse.

“Goddamn it, George.”

There was no reason to smile. No reason to laugh. This was a stupid conversation and a stupider prospect. But she made him smile. She made him laugh.

That was probably the most dangerous thing about her.

Still, he couldn’t resist. Not her warmth, not her courage, not her indomitable will.

Certainly not her allure.

She curled her hand around his nape and pulled him down, and she kissed him. Kissed him. And he was lost.

Just one time, he told himself. Just one night with her.

And then he’d walk away.

He had to.

She deserved better.

Chapter Five

He kissed her with an aching poignancy, one that made her soul sing and her body warm. It didn’t take long for the kiss to change, for his passion to rise and overcome his tenderness.

He fisted his hand in her hair and yanked, positioning her, holding her where he wanted. And he feasted.