Page 125 of The Darkest Hour

She munched on it and then whispered between bites, “What are you thinking about now? You look. . .”

I raised my eyebrows. “How do I look?”

“Distracted and maybe. . .confused.”

Warmth tugged in my chest.

She smirked. “Are you still thinking about Adam’s rib?”

“No. Now I’m wondering about Eve’s scent.”

She chuckled.

I fed her another berry, watching as she licked the juice from her lips, her tongue darting out to catch the last drop.

“Mmm.” I leaned in again, unable to resist, and pressed my lips to hers, tasting the sweetness of her mouth mixed with the faint salt of her skin.

A soft moan left her.

I deepened the kiss, devouring her tongue and sucking on her lips.

Yes. It’s too late to stop whatever she has done to me. I’m completely. . .altered.

I was falling for her.

No.

That wasn’t quite right.

I had already fallen.

Deep and irrevocably.

And there was no going back.

I pulled back from our kiss, but kept my face within an inch of hers. Her breath mingled with mine in the small space between us.

I knew that whatever came next, whatever dangers we faced, I wouldn’t—couldn’t—let her go. She was mine, and I was hers.

She reached for another berry, but I caught her hand, and brought it to my lips instead, pressing a kiss to her palm. “I think you’re in my blood now.”

She blinked as if unsure how to respond.

I studied her. “How did you do that?”

“I did nothing.”

“Then, you didn’t mean to do it intentionally?”

She chuckled. “You’re insane.”

Storm clouds gathered on the horizon. The natural fragrance of rain grew stronger, but in that moment, with her beside me, everything else faded away.

I returned to feeding her, and she took everything I gave her. And anytime juice dripped from her lips and down her chin, I lapped and licked and she moaned.

The warmth of the afternoon sun gave way to a cool breeze that signaled the storm's approach.

When she finished the last berry, she murmured, “I think I want you to feed me every time I eat.”

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