Page 98 of Infernal

A deep groan rumbled at the back of his throat as I parted his lips and tasted his tongue, reveling in it as though he were mine for the taking. I rolled my hips in response and he groaned again, a savage growl at the back of his throat.

“Woah,” said Ben from the front seat upon spotting me straddling Dominic.

But even the realization that I had an audience couldn’t stop me from taking the thing I had denied myself of for so long. The fire between us had become all-encompassing, feral, and I wanted nothing more than to burn in it.

And judging by the way he was kissing me back, he felt the same exact way.

My fingers weaved into his hair, reveling in the silkiness of his soft curls as his own hands slid up the back of my shirt, sending a geyser of heat through my veins that kissed the most scared parts of my body. And then his hands were on my butt, squeezing and kneading as he pushed me down harder against him. My thighs clenched as a soft moan rustled to life inside my chest, but it was quickly swallowed up by the fierce devotion of his mouth against mine.

What had started out as a goodbye kiss, a small token of my appreciation, had quickly turned into something so much more than a kiss. It was primal, and it was dangerous, and it needed to stop, or I’d never be able to muster the strength needed to walk away from him. And I really didn’t need another thing to anchor me down to this life. Not when I was about to condemn myself to an eternity in Hell.

Breathless, I pulled back from him, my hands shaking as I tried to regain some semblance of self-control. Dominic’s lips chased mine through the darkness, but I held him back, letting him know that our moment had come and went.

“I beg you not to stop,” he pleaded, his voice low and raw.

If only that were an option…

“I have to.”

He pressed his forehead against mine, his hands still planted on my butt, and I swore I could feel his heart thundering in his chest. “You cannot allow me to taste heaven like that and then take it away from me,” he said, his breathing coming out in rapid bursts, letting me know he was still winded from our kiss.

I smiled, realizing I had done that to him. Even if for only the faintest of moments, I was alive again.

“I’m sorry,” I said through my smile, though truth be told, I really wasn’t. As much as I didn’t mean to start something I couldn’t finish, there wasn’t a single cell in my body that regretted it.

His lids lifted, revealing eyes that burned with carnal sin. “You truly are going to be the end of me, you know that?”

The leather seat protested as he shifted his hips below me. I could still feel his hardness pressed against me, but I pretended not to notice, even though it was making my thighs clench.

“Death by way of an interrupted kiss? Not likely,” I teased, trying to break some of the sexual tension.

He smiled, though the intensity in his gaze never let up as his eyes dusted listlessly across my features, moving from my swollen lips, to my rosy cheeks, and finally settling on my eyes.

“Did you like it?” he asked painfully soft, sending my heartrate into another tantrum.

“Did I likewhat?” I couldn’t hide my smile.

“Did you like kissing me?” There was no challenge in his question, no ulterior motive to get me to admit my feelings for him. He wanted to know where I stood—where we stood.

Even though my heart was telling me he already knew the answer to that, I still couldn’t find the courage to say it out loud. To admit that there weren’t strong enough words to describe just how much I hadlikedkissing him, or what it had done to my body. I supposed we all had secrets we couldn’t share, stories we’d never tell…

Maybe this was one of those things for me.

When he realized I wasn’t going to offer up anything, he pulled back a little and studied me—his hungry eyes searching mine once again. Always searching, always mining for the truth.

Nervous that he would see through my poorly-constructed façade, I offered a small smile and then tried to climb off his lap, but he quickly gripped my thighs and held me down against him. He wasn’t ready to let me go, though something was telling me he’d never be ready to do that.

“Ask me again,” he demanded as shadows from the passing lights continued to dance across his face.

My heart sputtered chaotically, slamming into my chest every which way because I knew exactly what he wanted me to ask him, and this time, I needed to hear it—to memorize the sound of it as it imprinted itself on my soul.

“Are you in love with me, Dominic Huntington?”

“With every fiber of my being, angel.”

I tried not let his words affect me, to completely embed themselves inside of me, but they had already burrowed into my heart by the time he finished speaking them. I knew they would make walking away from him, from this life, that much harder, but damn was it ever worth it.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

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