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Gently, I brush my lips over his, tasting him. Drinking him in. He doesn’t kiss me back, but a low groan rumbles up his throat, filling me with heat that spreads through me like wildfire.
I kiss him again and this time, I don’t stop. He lets me for a moment, before finally, he meets my kiss with a harsh one of his own. As if he’s punishing me for wanting him. For making him want me. When I pull back, he catches me around the waist and pulls me back into him. When my hands slide up into his hair to deepen the kiss, his slide under my shirt and over my bare hips until he cups my ass in his hands. He tugs me closer until the notch in his boxers lines up perfectly with my clit.
I slip my tongue into his mouth, tasting the peppermint on his breath and letting out a soft moan, rolling my hips over the length of his erection.
A sharp sound of anger rumbles through his chest and he fists my hair to tug my head back.
“I’m not fucking you tonight, Hannah.”
Something pangs in my chest and despite the hand in my hair, I repeat the motion of my hips, drawing a hiss from between his lips.
“Why?” I challenge. He obviously wants me. I want to get lost in him. Forget about the darkness. Stop fighting my desire for him and just let this man consume me like I’ve dreamed about for years.
His hand on my ass slides up to grip my hip and he stops me, pulling my gaze to meet his forcefully. When he lets go of my hair and raises his hand, instinctively, I turn my head.
But the pain doesn’t come.
Instead, his thumb, gentle as ever, swipes a tear from under my eye.
“Because there are still tears on your face from a panic attack.”
Rejection burns like acid in my throat, just as bad as any panic attack.
I must look pathetic.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, tears burning in the backs of my eyes. Thank God it’s dark in here. I’m sure in the light, I would look pitiful. “I just . . . I don’t want to remember that anymore. Every time it’s dark. I want . . . something else. Something good.”
Even in the dim light of the candle, I can see his jaw clench. The intensity in his eyes burns me, full of possessiveness and sizzling heat and . . . something else I’m not sure I want to understand.
“And you think I’m the one to do that?”
“I trust you,” I admit, though now that I’ve said it, I regret it. It’s true. I trust him with my life. Do I trust him not to rip my heart to shreds when this is all done, though? I’ll get back to you on that.
“Bad idea, little doe.”
I open my mouth to speak, but he shuts me up by bringing my face back to his with a rough kiss and a deep growl that settles between my legs. Before he pulls away, he nips my bottom lip between his teeth before sucking the marred skin into his mouth.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” he rasps, peppering kisses along my jaw and down to my throat. “Not tonight. But soon.”
My stomach clenches at the thought, but I don’t have time to react before he flips me onto my back on the bed, the comforter cool against my skin, despite the heat blazing through me.
“But I will make you forget.”
My stomach tightens at the look in his eyes. He’s never looked at me like this before. With soft, all-consuming desire. Like he has to touch me or he’ll lose his mind. Like I’m the only woman in the world.
Like I’m his.
It’s fucking terrifying.
Placing a hand on either side of me, he hovers over me, his cock pressing into my core. He captures my lips with a rough, quick kiss, before slipping my shirt over my head. He tosses it into the abyss surrounding us and slips a hand up my stomach to knead my breast.
With the candle at his back, he looks like the devil, come to steal my soul in the dead of night.
With the way my body tightens when he leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, circling the bud with his tongue, I wouldn’t be surprised.
Electricity zaps against my skin where he touches me and all I can think about is how badly I want to please this man. The fear is gone, replaced with something hungry. Something warm and new and completely lost to me.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs and my heart flutters at the way he grumbles it, like it pisses him off. Like he wants me, even if he hates himself for it.
