Page 53

“Are you bewitching me? This…this”—Magnetism. Allure. Possession—“whatever this is. Are you doing this?”

He leaned back and studied my face, his eyes cutting through me like amber glass. Then he shoved a hand around the curve of my hips, finding the button at my waist, releasing it. The zipper followed, and his finger found my center, slipping through the slick evidence of my desire.

“Oh, Evie,” he breathed against my neck. “This is all you.”

I had a millisecond to squeak an incoherent objection before he breached my opening, sinking two fingers to the knuckles.

Sharp, tingling pleasure electrified my inner muscles. “Ahhhh, fuck.”

His touch, this connection…I wanted it, needed more.

I trust you to say no.

I bore down against the diabolical curl of his fingers and clenched my legs. “Stop it.” My voice was breathy, unconvincing. “Remove your hand.” Still fucking breathy.

In a blur of urgency, he yanked my jeans to my boots and released the belt from my arms. Suddenly free of his weight and restraints, I flipped over and snapped up my hands to punch him.

He caught my wrists an inch from his face and slammed them against the shingles above my head. But it was the pained look on his face that knocked the wind from my lungs. “I’m leaving, Evie. This is our last night.”

My head swam through the fog of arousal, trying to catch up yet still stuck on the fact I was naked from the waist down, vulnerable against his will.

With one hand, he held my arms above my head. The other fumbled with the fly on his pants.

He was going to give me what I needed, and that realization heated my skin with equal measures of relief and alarm. “You can’t leave.”

He shoved his hips between my legs, which were restrained by the fabric around my ankles, and the head of his cock pressed against my opening.

What was I doing? There would be consequences, something.

I grabbed hold of the first repulsive image that popped in my head. “Are there venom glands in your cock?”

“What?” His eyes widened. “Fuck no.” He pressed his erection closer, perfect alignment. “Now shut up.”

“We shouldn’t—”

He thrust.

The invasion sparked a cascade of bliss through every cell in my body. He didn’t give me time to adjust, seating himself to the hilt, pulling out, and pounding inch after vicious inch of his length inside me. Hard as steel, he fucked me with vigor, endless stamina, and dominating skill.

Was it better than all the previous times because his body was stronger, more potent? Or because the danger and risk felt so insanely right? Or maybe it was because he’d threatened this would be our last night together?

The reason didn’t matter. I loved it, needed it, and never wanted it to end.

Then my thoughts hurdled to Jesse, his hands around my throat, strangling me with his rage. Maybe I didn’t tell Michio no because he’d explained how the venom was transferred. Maybe I let him in my body because I thought it would make him want to stay. Or maybe it was simply because I loved this man and would do anything to hold onto him.

His pace picked up, centering my attention fully on him. Frantic and powerful, his body flexed above me in a massive ripple of strength, grinding my tailbone painfully yet ravishingly against the roof, the hot shingles burning my skin. I rocked with him, arching my back and widening my knees, proving I was still with him. He didn’t have to leave.

Our hands laced above my head, and his mouth slammed onto mine, his kiss feverish yet lacking the sharpness of over-sized teeth. Had he sheathed them? I didn’t care, kissing him back with greedy licks, tongues lashing and rubbing, our breaths melding.

He united our bodies in a fury of thrusts, his sweaty, hairless chest moving over me, and his growly moans in my ear. It was carnal, wild, free of barriers and scientific studies and harrowing premonitions.

I felt his need as if it were my own. His breaths, his heartbeat, his urgency, it was all mine. Like a molecular fusion, a binding of energy.

It didn’t take long for the ecstasy to build and peak. My legs shook, my ass burned against the shingles, and my nipples tightened into painful points against my shirt. “I’m there. Oh fuck, oh fuck, don’t stop.”

Groaning, he thrust harder, more frenzied and frantic than ever, his hands shifting to grip my waist and his brow dropping to mine. As I tumbled into that glorious place between the rise and fall of heaven, the drive of his hips lost rhythm, the noises in his throat deepened, and his body trembled violently.

He slammed to a stop, his cock buried as deeply as possible, and met my eyes. “Evieeeee.”

I watched him as he watched me, captivated, lost. Happy. His climax was the most beautifully human thing I’d ever witnessed.