Page 159 of The Stars are Dying

Dark locks fell away as I cut, and soon I became lost to the silky feel of his hair. My fingers combed through it, and I delighted in the low noises he occasionally gave off that tightened my skin.

“Your hands…Fuck,you don’t even know.”

I slipped them through tighter, adding pressure, and the vibration it drew from him… My eyesfluttered.Stars, I was losing every sense of myself to his reactions.

“Tell me,” I whispered close to his ear. Feeling bold, past the point of being coy, I slipped one hand down his neck, tracing the raised imperfections along the way, until I could feel the beat of his heart under my palm. Hard and fast. Not enough.

I wanted him undone for me.

“I’ve had fantasies about these hands,” he said, taking mine. He guided me up and around to his side without turning. “You don’t want to know all the depraved things I’ve fantasized about you.”

My heart lurched. “Maybe I do.”

This version of me wasn’t someone new; it was someone found.

By him.

Nyte leaned forward, planting firm hands to my waist and soaking my nightgown. I gasped. He paused, waiting for me to object, but I didn’t.

“I’m not wearing any underwear,” I whispered.

“I hoped not,” he replied in a low gravel tone that was utterly sinful.

Sparks shot through me as his lustful gaze trailed over my body. Bracing on his shoulders, I eased myself into the water.

I hadn’t been wrong to think the bathtub was too small, but he didn’t seem to plan for space between us, and I didn’t think I wanted it either. My pulse was in my ears as the warm water lapped at my thighs, my ass, drenching the nightgown I still hadn’t removed. I swallowed, licking my dry lips, which made a sparkle of hunger flash in his eyes like he was waiting to devour me.

I sank down, inch by inch, until I was hovering just shy of letting my apex press against him. My brow pinched, and I felt over his chest, combing my fingers through the new shortened lengths, now similar to how he’d always appeared to me when our minds were entangled.

This was soreal.

With the last acknowledgment, not wanting to revert to how he’d been so close but so far before, I pressed myself to him fully, letting out a soft noise at the hard length of him I was thrilled to finally meet.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he mumbled huskily, leaning forward until our chests were flush. He took a deep, devouring inhale from the crook of my neck.

“If you’re not a vampire, why do I get the impression you want to bite me?” I breathed. It rushed through me, and I’d seen the sharp points disturb his smile before.

“I do,” he purred, pressing his lips to my throat. Then teeth. Pinching enough to make me fist my fingers in his hair with a gasp that turned into a moan. “It’s one thing of yours I would kill to taste again.”

My hips moved near subconsciously, lapping the water, and his hold slipped to my ass tightly.

“Would it heal you faster?”

His breath grew staggered across my neck, and I knew his response. “Yes. But I won’t take it for that.”

“I want you to.”

“You’re driven by lust right now.”

“I think that’s part of the point.”

I could feel his smile against my throat, and I neededit then. So badly I was close to abandoning all shame andbeggingfor it. I couldn’t do that. No—that felt like he would win when I wantedhimto beg.

“Suit yourself,” I said, lifting but only getting fraction of space between us before he pulled me back, nearly spilling the water over the edge.

“Don’t do that,” he said darkly.

“Do what?”

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