Page 43 of Blood Day: Part Two

Just a sweet kiss.

Underlined with dangerous intent.

Because his mind kept formulating ways to kill me, which only seemed to make him that much more desperate to fuck me.

The air misted around us as he teleported us out of the pool and to something soft nearby.

A bungalow, I deciphered from his thoughts.

There were gauzy curtains here that kept us hidden while still putting our silhouettes on display.

Anyone who walked by would see him fucking me against the plush, wicker-framed bed inside.

But he didn’t care about being discovered.

And neither did I.

I only cared about the slow slide of hard length pulling out to the tip before driving into me again.

It hurt in the best way.

Like he was stabbing me with pleasure.

“If I wait any longer, I don’t think I’ll be able to kill you,” he confided. “I’m not even sure that I can now. I’m too selfish for it.”

“Is it selfish to crave life?” I asked him. “To desire this intensity and want to experience more of it?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m selfish, too,” I breathed, bowing up into him as he shoved all the way in again. “I never want to stop.”

He kissed me again, this time with more passion, his heart seeming to beat right against my lips.

Every part of him was open to me.

His mind. His soul. The very core of his being.

He wanted me to take it, master it, and make him mine.

Because he had every intention of doing the same to me.

The thoughts of death fled, replaced by renewed plans. Imaginings of the now. Fantasies he longed to fulfill.

Fucking me in the desert.

Taking me against one of the pillars.

Claiming my ass in the shower.

Forcing me to suck him off for breakfast before enjoying me as his dessert.

Every sordid idea he could possibly conceptualize rolled through our link, and I accepted each one.

With Cedric, I had no limits.

I just wanted him and every experience he offered.

A lethal desire, he mused into my mind.But I’m not going to let that stop me from taking advantage of your eager acceptance.