Page 50 of Eternal

It slices through the numbness. It’s a tidal wave crashing against a current. It’s everything I didn’t know I was waiting for from a man I thought I’d rather watch burn in hell than let touch me.

“Fuck me,” I say as Declan’s tongue drags up my neck. “Please fuck me.”

“Good girl.” Declan grabs my jaw and pulls my mouth to his.

Our lips crash together, and it’s flint striking stone as my chest ignites. He picks me up to carry me across the room, and I’m a spark floating in the wind, lighting up the brush in flames. I cling to him with every fiber of my body.

Did I forget what it’s like to be touched?

To be seen?

If there’s a thin line between love and hate, we’re walking it. Because we’re two people incapable of lovinganything or anyone. So, instead, we use our animosity to fuel this fire. We hate each other with so much of ourselves that it’s the only thing hot enough to sear through the nothingness that’s existed up until this point.

Declan lays me down at the bottom of his bed, pulling back to break the kiss, and it has my fingers itching to rip at my skin. To tear us apart. To carve myself open so he can climb in.

I’m sick.

I hate him.

And the thought of him making love to me makes me want to lock myself up in Montgomery Psychiatric Ward until I kick these cravings.

But when he pulls my thighs apart and towers over me like the devil ready to lay siege, my body hums with excitement.

“Let me see you, pet.” He smirks.

That nickname pisses me off—and yet, my core flutters. I want to be that for him. Something he corrupts. Something he commands. Something he decimates.

I’m curious how much I can survive when nothing else has been worth living for.

Reaching down, I grab the bottom of my shirt and peel it off, tossing it to the side. Declan watches as I brush my fingers down my neck, over my tits, and his throat bobs when I skate my nails over my nipples.

“Pinch them.”

His commands make my core heavy, and something about him like this is impossible to resist. I don’t know whether I’m doing it for myself or him, but I pinch themso hard it hurts. And when it’s not enough, he reaches up to add pressure. My head tips back with a scream.

The pain.

The stinging ache.

Declan leans down to lick my mouth. “You need to cry louder than that if you want me to come for you, Teal.”

“You’re so fucking sick.” I shake my head when he finally releases my throbbing nipples.

“I am.” He drags his hands to my pants, unbuttoning them and peeling them off my legs with my underwear. “That’s why you’re here.”

He’s right. That is why I’m here.

To hurt.

To repent.

To feel.

Declan sparks fire inside me, and I can’t resist the desire to hold my hand over it.

The room is dim, and Declan towers like a demon out to claim his prey. His straight, dark hair is messy, like he didn’t bother to style it after he washed it. It’s tussled around while his clothes hug his perfectly cut body.

If the devil wears a mask to tempt and tease, then Declan is a beautifully sinful one.