Page 767 of Coal Hearts

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I bared my teeth, trying to chew through the gag.

Why didn’t she speak?

What’s wrong?

With a strained smile, she leaned forward and reached behind my head.

I shifted for her, my heart galloping as she undid my gag and tossed it onto the discarded hoods.

The moment my mouth was free, I went to speak—

She kissed me.

Her sweet lips crashed on mine. Her tongue slipped inside, and the world ended.

I returned her kiss.

I meant to kiss her back with devotion.

Instead, I lost myself and fed her violence.

I opened wide.

I licked her deeply.

I snarled as she matched me, heat for heat, pain for pain.

In a single heartbeat, an innocent kiss turned into biting, tongue-knotting passion, and I couldn’t stop.

Her fingers threaded through my hair, holding onto me as her hips rocked and mine surged upward.

We strained against each other.

We slipped into the primal rhythm of sex, but it was the kiss that blew my fucking mind.

Just like our first real kiss the night before Emerald Bruises, this one destroyed everything else.

All I tasted was her, smelled was her, felt was her.

I’d missed her.

Christ, I’d missed her.

Her tongue pushed against mine, and her gasp filled my mouth with that wonderful little whimper she always made when I pressed against her G-spot.

I knew her body as well as I knew my own.

I knew her soul because it was mine too.

Her every touch and rock made me feel like a god, not a prisoner.

My head swam with lust.

My body ached with need.

I couldn’t hold her. I couldn’t run my fingers through her hair or guide her hips to ride me.