Page 126 of The Darkest Hour

“All you have to do is ask.”

As the first drops of rain began to fall, I knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, bound by something far stronger than the island that we’d found ourselves on.

The sky had darkened, and the drops turned heavy, splattering against the leaves and on our bare skin.

Neither of us moved or tried to seek shelter.

Was she thinking what I was thinking?

Was lust humming through her body like it hummed through mine?

Not letting up.

Just throbbing and throbbing.

The Scent of Love

Havoc

She looked at me with those dark brown eyes, and I swore her body called to mine.

The rain continued, wetting us, turning the ground beneath us soft.

Onyx’s skin glistened with the moisture. Droplets slid down her curves. Her soft, thick dreadlocks—shades deep black, fiery red, and sunset blonde—began to coil along her shoulders and cling to her arms.

And my chest tightened with a need so deep, so primal, that it eclipsed everything else.

She was more beautiful than the traditional images of biblical Eve.

Where Eve was painted as pale white and delicate, Onyx's skin radiated in a rich brown that no artist could capture. It represented Earth itself.

Her hips, thick and curvaceous, were the very essence of fertility, power, and sensuality, so different from the slender, fragile figure of Eve.

Onyx was not a woman who needed to be cloaked in the softness of tradition or the fragility of myth.

She was a force of nature, a living goddess, her curves and her skin telling the story of generations, of a beauty that had been too long overlooked but impossible to diminish.

Her beauty consumed and trapped me.

Will I always be a prisoner to her desires?

I considered that question and decided.

Yes. I never want to be free.

I pulled her to me, tangled my fingers within those wet locs, and tilted her head back, and claimed her mouth with mine.

The kiss was hungry.

Wet.

Desperate.

She melted into me and clutched my shoulders with her hands.

Growling, I nipped at her bottom lip and then deepened the kiss.

She arched her body against mine.

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