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A growl rumbled in his chest. “Nightmare, stop it.”
I shuddered at his nickname for me.
I smirked as I remembered mine for him.
“I need you, Hen.”
“Don’t.” He shook his head. “Don’t call me that.”
With a pounding heart and racing desire, I crawled over him and sat on his lap.
He jerked and looked at the ceiling. “For the love of God, get off me.”
“Nope.” Nuzzling his throat, I sucked in his scent.
He smelled off.
Antiseptic with the faintest whiff of stone.
The white slash of a bandage on his arm hinted he’d returned to the doctor. Had he also patrolled the stronghold on his own? I sniffed again, dragging in the softer smells of soap and the wilder notes of sea and stars.
“Nightmare—”
“It’s Ily.” I giggled, the soft, giddy feeling of before tangled with the debilitating arousal pumping through my blood. “You know that. You know what it means. I love you—”
“Don’t,” he hissed.
“Don’t what? Say I love you?”
He groaned.
I grew drunk on his torment.
I revelled in my power.
“You’ve told me ‘I love you’, oh, I don’t know…two hundred times since you met me. Each of those three little letters. I.L—”
“Enough.” He tried to toss me off, but his touch was too careful, too kind.
My body warned that just because I couldn’t feel my bruises, they were still there…hurting.
I don’t care.
I gripped him with my thighs and pressed us tighter together.
Cock to core.
Heart to heart.
His answering growl made my hunger become starvation.
I needed him.
I needed to rock and thrust and come and detonate.
Whatever this drug was, I liked it.
I’d been afraid before.
