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“More than anything.”

“Does it feel right?”

“You know it does.”

“I still want to hear it.”

He looked gravely at me. “You want to hear that I love how small you are beneath me? It gives me a sick kick to know I can hold you down with one hand and fuck you while staring into your wicked eyes. I love your tits because they fit perfectly in my hand. I love that little cunt because it’s wet for me, and I fucking feel like a visceral man doing something right to attract someone as precious as you.” My breath thinned as he looked at my mouth. “And your mouth? I love your lips, and that fucking tongue, and the words that spill from your mouth. But you talk too much, Kali. You should stop talking so fucking much.”

His words triggered so much heat in me. I was breathless by the time he paused, waiting for my rebuttal. I simply whispered, “But you’re the one talking, and you don’t have to be talking.”

His eyes hardened on mine. “What should I be doing?”

“I’m still waiting for my kiss.”

My mouth drew his focus once again. He stared at my lips for what felt like eternity. Then he dropped down and kissed me. It was light. A taste. A soft brush of his lips that felt hopelessly good. My body warmed immediately. Every atom in my being was centred on his mouth as it gently touched mine. I parted my mouth further for him, allowing him access to my tongue. I couldn’t help the eagerness as I kissed him a little harder, moaning at the contact our tongues made in that moment.

In the next breath, the kiss deepened, turning ravenous. I gripped his shirt so tight, my knuckles hurt. I pulled him to me, kissing him wildly, my entire being focused on his taste and touch. His broad body came over mine, the weight of himsettling over my body as he gripped my chin painfully, devouring me.

I felt his greed.

He groaned into my mouth and my breaths came out ragged. My core turned to hot lava. Sparks and desire clashed, the addictive rush growing painful because I knew what I needed from him.

What I desperately wanted.

“Locke,” I moaned as he kissed around my mouth and jaw, his lips and teeth leaving a wet trail down my throat.

He didn’t respond. He buried his face into my neck, breathing me in as he held me. One hand buried in my hair, and the other gripping my hip. My own were moving all over him. Gripping his hair, trying to pull him back to my mouth. The other squeezed at his shoulder. My legs bucked, desperate to spread open for him.

He breathed harshly against my collarbone, unmoving. “I’m not going to fight you, Kali.”

His words drove away the cloudiness in my head. “Does it look like I’m fighting?”

He breathed in and out for a long while. His body felt tight, like he was trying to restrain himself. “You regretted me before in Blackwater, and you regretted me now.”

My heavy breathing stilled. Shock ripped through me and then sadness at the weight he put into those words, like this very thought had plagued him. “Locke, no.”

He finally pulled away to look down at me. “No, what?”

I shook my head quickly. “I don’t regret you.”

He searched my eyes, and a flash of anger replaced the guilt. “I don’t believe you.”

“Locke…” Words escaped me. I didn’t know what to say without…

He sensed me withdrawing, and he frowned, his anger warring with his anguish. “You hid from me.”

“I know.”

“You didn’t think of me.”

I shook my head again, trying to force the words out as I turned to look away. “I did think about you.”

His hand was back on my chin. He gripped it tightly, forcing my gaze back to his. “How easy it was for you to carry on, while I felt like a gutted pig, bleeding out in another sort of hole.” His lips spread sadly. “I’m used to the blackness, Kali. It doesn’t bother me. What bothers me…” His fingers dug even deeper into my chin as his words came out with a bite. “What bothers me is that I saw a burst of light, and I tasted it, and it felt so fucking good.” His voice dropped, sounding empty. Empty as his gaze as he began to pull away, his final admission searing me in places only Aurora had touched. “I wish I never met you, little lion. Then I wouldn’t have known the light could ever feel so good. Ignorance was my bliss, and you took it from me.”

With that, he climbed off me.

“Tell him to stop.” Aurora appeared at his side, panicking as she looked up at him fitting his suit jacket back on. “Kali, tell him to stop and stay. Chase him!”

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