Page 116 of The Bonds of Indigo

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Alright. I’ll do just that then.”

She pulls back from the bond just as I reach the door. I tap the key against the sensor, push it open with my hip, and step inside.

I walk past the running shower on my right, its door cracked just enough for steam to spill out into the warm air. I cross to the desk and set her food down, trying not to look toward the glow beneath the bathroom door.

My bag hits the floor and I rake both hands up through my hair, gripping the roots until my scalp stings. A low groan rumbles out of me. The rhythm of falling water—uneven, shifting—pulls at me like a damn siren call, urging me to go to the source.

After a minute of standing there like an idiot, fighting myself, I grab my bag and head for the door.

“All set,” I push through the bond.

“Thanks, Kayn.”

“You’re welcome, Amarah. Goodnight.”

I’ve got my hand on the front door’s handle, waiting for her response. If she tells me goodnight, I’ll leave and go to the truck, as was the plan all along.

“Okay.”

Godsdamn it.

I drop my bag, letting it hit the ground before I turn toward the bathroom.

“Fuck it.”

I’m done letting the ones I want run from me.

The moment the bathroom door swings open, my eyes lock onto Amarah. She jumps, caught mid-turn, but I don’t give her time to react. I’m already shoving open the glass shower entry and stepping inside with her.

I don’t let her speak.

I don’t let her tell me to stop.

I don’t give her any means to keep me from her.

My hands slide to the sides of her neck, cradling her there—gentle, but firm. Then I crush my mouth to hers.

The taste of her hits me like lightning. Sharp. Electrifying. Potent. She’s a full-bloom garden after a storm, sweet and floral without being cloying, crisp like mountain air, wild like the untouched world. I could breathe her in until there’s nothing left of me.

I brace myself for the fight back I’ve come to expect from her… but she doesn’t push.

She doesn’t flinch. Instead, she gives back to me just as fiercely.

Her head turns with mine, perfectly opposite, letting me deepen the kiss. My tongue slides past her lips, and hers meets mine with the same fire I’m pouring into her. It isn’t just me that consumers her, but equally her to me.

Gods help me—I want to devour her. Own her. Dominate her.

I am possessive over what’s mine, and that’s what she is. Mine.

She’s not going anywhere.

She can forget breaking this bond.

She can forget disappearing when we’ve found Lucifer.

And if she tries… I’ll tie her to my damn back until she understands I’m not letting her go.