Page 126 of Like A Moth To A Flame

All I could think about was the tower, the flicker of the candle flame, and the constant, larger-than-life ticking of a clock.

Fuck.

Fuck, this was bad.

I was gonna hurt her.

She rolled her hips against me, grinding into the part of me that ached.

It hurt. It hurt so good and it took every single ounce of my willpower to stay grounded. It pulsed like a heartbeat inside of me, and I fought to shake it away. Damn, this girl was like heroin, but I’d shaken that years ago.

Hadn’t I?

How long had it been?

Seven years? Had it even been seven years?

Eight years?

What fuckin’ day was it?

“I don’t wanna hurt you, Vanessa,” I said through gritted teeth.

She drove me crazy in every meaning of the word—good and bad, soft and dangerous.

She was my kryptonite, and I couldn’t fight the pull she had on me.

She rolled against me again, and a soft moan ghosted past her full, bubblegum-pink lips. Something in me exploded like a firework, and I jerked, my hands sliding up her back and crushing her to my chest. I had to hold back.

What if I scared her away?

What if I made her hate me?

“Maybe I want you to hurt me?” she said, pulling away.

She cocked her head to one side, her mane of golden brown hair cascading over one shoulder. Leaning back, her shirt rode up justa few inches—just enough to show me the taut drum of her lower belly, and my cock throbbed in response.

“You don’t,” I said, shaking my head slowly. “Trust me, Moth. You don’t.”

“Why?”

“You can’t take it.”

She giggled, and the smile on her lips killed me that much more. My hands gripped her waist, rocking her against me.

She was gonna make me lose control.

Fuck, I couldn’t take this.

I needed to get out. I needed to get away from her before I did something bad.

“I can take it,” she said, her voice a whisper that ghosted over my self-control and damn near tore it loose at the seams. “Remember in the tower?”

“This is different,” I breathed against her neck, inhaling her scent to keep myself grounded.

“Why?” she asked, a smug smile on her lips.

She reached down, hooking her thumbs under the hem of her shirt and pulling it up and over her head. She tossed it over her shoulder, somewhere in a dark corner where it would be lost later.

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