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My head swam, and I popped back into my body, breathing hard. I turned to Fane who studied me, his hand still lifted where he’d held my hair. “That’s so disorienting.”
The air thickened, and heat spread over me as electricity crackled between us.
Like a moth to a flame, I slipped off the bed and crossed the room to stand in front of Fane. His stare became so relentless my lungs had trouble capturing air. And any that they did was full of his spicy, fiery scent.
I used my finger to trace the lines of ink near his heart. He didn’t flinch or swat me away as I ran over the claw marks. A low rumble scraped up his throat, but it wasn’t a warning.
Helikedwhat I was doing.
“Most people are too afraid to touch me like that,” he said, his lids lowering to half-mast.
“When have I ever been afraid of you, Fane Maverick?” The scarier he was, the more it tempted me.
His crooked smirk had my knees trembling. “That’s the problem. You don’t recognize the threat.”
“Oh, I see the threat. I just don’t care.”
“You will.” Fane moved slow enough that I could stop him, but he knew damn well I wouldn’t. His lips fell on mine, soft as rose petals and as demanding as the ocean tides.
Flames ignited everywhere, and a whimper slipped out as his tongue slid against mine. He tasted like sin and savagery, a flavor that wanted to consume everything inside me until nothing else existed.
We’d toyed with each other, teased and taunted, but we’d never kissed. I would have surrendered to this intense, all-consuming desire a long time ago if we had. Fane’s hand buried in my hair, and he pulled on the roots, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. I bent under his will, allowing him to take all that he wanted.
“Tate,” he murmured against my already bruised lips, his thin piercing burning the delicate skin. “You’ll regret this. I promise.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, crushing myself into him, every dip and curve like steel beneath warm silk. “So will you, but you don’t see me trying to play the hero to stop you.”
He smiled, grabbed my hips, and lifted me onto the dresser next to the window. A few random items toppled onto the floor as he spread my legs and forced himself between them, grinding his erection against the apex of my thighs as he continued to devour me.
I tightened my legs to create more friction, and Fane let out a snarl that puckered my flesh. He left my mouth and trailed kisses down my neck, branding me. One of his hands slipped beneath the t-shirt, gliding up my torso to palm my breast. I gasped as his rough fingers teased and pinched.
His real touch all over me—hands, fingers, lips, and tongue—had me panting within minutes. I’d never wanted anyone inside of me more than this dangerous beast of a man. Not even Hawk.
Fane had me surrendering so fast I’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so damn good. He moved to the other side of my neck, his tongue gliding over the tattoo, and I jerked as a sharp jolt of pleasure hit my core. My head angled back, giving him more access.
Fane’s wicked laugh sent shivers from my head to my toes. “You like that, huh?”
I liked everything he did.
When he licked the tattoo again, my eyes rolled in the back of my head, and my nails raked across his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. But then his teeth dug into the swirling ink, and I cried out from the bliss that ripped away my sanity.
What the ever-loving hell was he doing to me?
“Fuck, Tate.” His hot breath and tongue dampened my throat. “I felt that. And I wantmore.”
That last word came out in a feral, possessive growl that had my stomach doing cartwheels. As he pulled back, those mismatched irises glowed like blazing fires. Fane’s fingers slid up my thighs and curled around the waistband of my underwear. He licked my bottom lip and then bit it until it throbbed.
I wiggled against him, my body on fire and need aching through every nerve ending. “Fane, please.”
“I like you begging.” He stepped back and slipped my underwear off, dropping the thin material to the ground. His nostrils flared and teeth flashed as an animalistic rumble vibrated the space around us. “You smell so fucking good.”
As his words sank in, my heart tapped out a wild, frantic beat. He could detect my arousal, and from the massive bulge in his pants, he liked it.
Very much.
One day, would I be able to do the same with him?
Weeks ago, the mere thought of getting down and dirty with a nightworlder would have disgusted me. But now, I’d probably sell my soul for a piece of Fane Maverick.
