Page 11 of Contract Marked (Interdimensional Beings #1)

Chapter Eleven

Dez

S eeing Savenellus and the others had been a blessing in disguise. As much as I didn’t miss their company the past few years we’d spent apart, it reminded me of who I was. And who I was not.

Erin’s small hand in mine, her body pressed close as her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, the hitch in her breathing as she flinched away from my touch all made me want to drag her back home and bury myself so deep inside her that she’d never want to leave. I wanted to hear my name on her lips, her creamy skin glistening with sweat, as I worshipped her body. I wanted her to wrap her arms around me and never let me go.

Please, Dez.

That alone had nearly been enough to send me over the edge. To bend her over the table and fuck her right then and there until those words left her mouth in a whole new way.

It was utterly ridiculous and frightening that these thoughts had been plaguing me since she entered my home. Erin looked like her , but I kept telling myself she wasn’t her . Their personalities are like night and day.

But when Erin had disappeared—not even a shred of her presence was left in my entire dimension—an old fear gripped me. One I hadn’t experienced for some time. One I almost missed, if only it made me feel something again.

When she returned, I wanted to lock her up and never let her out of my sight. I wanted to taste every inch of her body to reassure myself she was alive and well and mine .

My jaw tightened as I released Erin in front of the cluster of clothing racks. I focused my gaze away from her pink cheeks and blazing eyes that had the opposite effect on me than what she intended. If she knew the train of my thoughts, that anger would quickly morph into fear, and she’d run as far away from me as possible.

And I’d hunt her down and drag her right back.

I ran a hand through my hair, my body craving release as images of Erin’s naked body flooded me. Overwhelmed me. To the point, I’d do something we both wouldn’t be able to return from.

“Pick out some outfits you want; otherwise, I’ll choose for you. I’ll be back to pick up the tab, so to speak,” I told her before warping to where I knew Jaslynne and Henrietta would be waiting for me.

They were experienced lovers, as was I, having enjoyed each other’s company many decades prior to the incident. I needed to get Erin out of my head. I needed to remind myself of who I was and that I would not fall so hard again.

Because I was afraid that the next time I did, I wouldn’t be able to recover from it.