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“What are you talking about?”
As Fane ripped his shirt off and tossed it out of the shower's glass door, invisible hands slid up my sides and then palmed my breasts. “You know damn well what I’m talking about, Teague,” he snapped.
My head fell back as a moan broke free. Those hands slipped under my bra now, kneading and twisting the sensitive peaks. Tremors raced through my legs, and my knees buckled.
Fane caught me and pulled me into him, his bare chest burning me and the green stone on his necklace digging into my skin. “I hate you for this.”
“I hate you too.” As my hips rocked into his, Fane’s erection bulged through his jeans.
Now I understood what caused the boiling fury throbbing off him. Hecouldfeel the effects of the Rapture through me.
Regardless, I rubbed against him, and my eyes rolled at the pleasure unfurling between my legs while those invisible hands still roamed over me. I reached down and unbuttoned his pants.
He grabbed my wrists, twisted me around, and slammed me against the cold tiles. A blast of pain ripped through me, but it quickly melted to pleasure.
His hot, cinnamon-flavored breath blew down my nape as he came closer. “I’m in control of this, Teague. You do what I say, or I walk the fuck out of here.”
The fighter in me prowled to the foreground, and I broke his hold on my wrists, shoving off the wall and into him.
A low, feral snarl hit the air, and Fane snatched my hands again, pinning them above my head and using his body to crush mine into the wall. “Don’t push me.” His teeth ran down my neck, and I trembled uncontrollably. “I know how bad you need a release, and the worst torment I could give you right now would be to walk away.”
“I could just do it myself,” I countered with more confidence than I had.
His gruff laugh sent waves of heat right to my core. “That won’t even come close to whatIcan do.”
To prove his point, the demon shifter let those invisible hands dip beneath my jeans to find my aching heat. I cried out as he pushed a finger inside and used his palm to create more friction.
This would feel good on its own, but this damn drug intensified everything, and I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking. The cold water might as well have been nonexistent from the heat generating between us.
My fingers flexed against the wall, and when I tried to move, Fane pressed harder, his feral growl pulsating into me as if it were my own.
“You’re not going anywhere, Teague.”
His voice alone sent another hit of pleasure through my center, and I whimpered. Fane continued to toy with me, his ghostly touch plunging inside while his real hands kept me pinned to the wall. My lids fluttered closed, and I ground against him, feeling his hard length.
I thought he would have stopped me, but I kept going, my pulse rising along with the temperature around us. Fane cursed and gripped my wrists in one of his hands while the tearing of fabric echoed. His jeans vanished.
He used his talons to shred my sopping pants right off. The cold tiles in front and his scorching form behind tossed my brain into a whirlwind of contrasting sensations.
Hot and cold. Pain and pleasure.
That was Fane Maverick.
The demon shifter was every good girl’s fantasy and every bad girl’s challenge. He was dark and angry. Intoxicating and addicting. The images of him racing through my mind would have most people hiding under a table from shame and embarrassment.
I let him do things to me that would have earned anyone else broken bones or possibly death. But Fane Maverick only made me crave that fine line between danger and bliss.
Hewouldbe the death of me. I felt it in my soul.
How hard would I fall before his deadly strike?
Fane’s deep, feral moan had my muscles clenching and shaking. His pelvis rocked into me with an even more vicious tempo than a few moments ago. Now that only two scraps of thin fabric separated us, I could feel nearly every inch of his hard, pulsing cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned in my ear. His free hand dug into my hip and then slipped beneath my underwear, joining his invisible touch.
My head fell back, and I cried out as his real, flesh and blood fingers teased and tormented me. “Fane.” I couldn’t stop the plea from erupting any more than I could keep from begging. “Don’t stop.”
The demon shifter didn’t falter or punish me. His rhythm increased, and his mouth lowered to my neck, licking and sucking a fiery trail.
