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A roar that rattled my bones erupted from him, and crimson flashed in his irises, something I’d only seen a few times. His teeth sharpened, and talons sprouted from the hand around my throat, digging into my skin.
“Do it!” I prodded. “Kill me.”
Instead of ending my life or releasing me, his lips crashed onto mine in a violent kiss.
Bolts of electricity crackled between us and hit me right in the core. His tongue shoved into my mouth, punishing and devouring me like the monster he always claimed to be.
My fingers tore at his bare chest, and my knees grew weak as dizziness swam over me from the lack of oxygen to my brain.
Fane’s grip on my neck finally loosened, and I gobbled up air soaked in his presence and scent. Fire and lust pummeled my center and flowed through my veins as if they’d replaced all my blood.
Our movements became frantic and unrelenting. There was nothing sweet or kind about the way we consumed each other—like we wanted to destroy each other and end this impossible battle between hatred and lust.
“I can still kill you if I want,” Fane snarled against my mouth, our teeth clashing as he tried to keep his dominance while I fought for it. “Still might.”
My arms wrapped around his neck as I pressed into him, wanting to slip into his skin and wrap myself in him. “Whatever you say.”
Fane yanked me away from the wall and dragged me into the spray. The water ran over me, and I felt every drop, but I wasn’t wet.
Not from the water, anyway. The way Fane’s tongue tangled with mine and how he moved against me… that was another story.
His hand slipped into my hair, pulling on the roots as he angled my head to deepen the kiss while his other hand glided to my ass, pushing me into his pelvis. He rubbed his erection into me, and it throbbed even harder as I rocked my hips.
A moan burst free, and I melted into him. I regretted what I’d said the last time we spoke, but the remorseful words wouldn’t come. Giving him pleasure was the only way I could apologize.
I ached to have him inside of me, all of him, and I wasn’t sure how much longer either of us could stop that from happening. We were fighting a losing battle, but once we crossed that line, there was no turning back.
Fane and I couldn’t just screw each other once. We would become complete addicts.
A sinister growl slithered out of Fane as he tugged my tank top down to expose my breasts. “What do you suppose is happening to your body right now? Are you still or writhing under the covers as I touch you?” His finger drew lazy circles around my nipple, making me shiver.
My nails dug into his back. “I’m probably just lying still. You’d have to do a little more to get me moving.”
Fane’s eyes narrowed at the challenge, and his head dipped, taking my breast in his mouth at the same time as his ghostly fingers detached from his body and sank inside me.
A groan burst out of me, and I couldn’t stop my leg from lifting and wrapping around his waist. I rocked against him as he toyed with my center, his thumb working the slick flesh while he slipped another finger inside. Hot waves coiled down my spine, and I pulled on the roots of his hair so hard his scalp had to be burning. But he didn’t complain. He liked it.
We both liked that mixture of pleasure and pain. That was what made this so dangerous. We were too similar and knew exactly what buttons to push and how hard.
No one had ever pushed me hard enough until Fane.
He took me to the edge, dangled me over, and threatened to drop me. And then he did drop me. Every damn time.
Fane also jumped right behind me.
The tempo of his fingers grew faster, rougher, and I writhed against him. My breaths came in labored pants, and my muscles began to melt.
“How about now? Think your body is still lying in your bed while I defile you like my favorite toy.” The vibration of his husky voice on such a sensitive area had my head falling back, exposing my throat.
The demon shifter couldn’t resist temptation, and he licked and nibbled a trail toward my tattoo. When his teeth barely skimmed it, his name burst out of my mouth, and I ground against his phantom fingers to create more friction.
“That’s more like it.” His voice tumbled out in a rough, husky whisper.
I knew what he planned to do and what would happen. And I welcomed it. My nails dug into his chest, silently begging for it.
“Are you ready, Teague?”
Fane didn’t give me a chance to respond and bit the mark, his teeth digging in almost hard enough to break the skin. That intense hit of pleasure and pain crashed into me like a junkie’s first fix in days.
