Page 147 of Cursed Shadows 5

My grip firms, nails cutting into the bite of his teeth and I drag his mouth even more exposed.

I lean over him and spit.

The saliva catches on his face. Some in his mouth that I force in with the shove of my fingers, some glistening on his lips.

His tongue licks up my fingers, taking whatever I give him, even if it is violence, even if it is hate.

It fuels a sudden surge of rage through me.

How easily he takes it, how much he wants it, any form of my lust and attention, even in degradation.

Because it is exactly what I allowed myself to do.

I allowed myself to kneel at his feet, I lured him into my bed, into my body—

And I hate that so much that my hand wrenches out of his mouth, then comes down on him, hard. I smack him on the cheek; the strike is acrackthrough the bedchamber.

Daxeel’s face is turned to the side, his jaw tight.

His hands on my hips firm.

A prickle of rage, a stir of his instincts.

Fight me.

Fight this.

End it like I should.

End it like neither of us can.

A heartbeat passes, and no reaction comes from him. he draws in a steadying breath through the nostrils, then softens his hands on the meat of my hips once more.

His face turns to angle my way.

And his brow pinches as he looks up at me, straddling him, my breaths harsh, my eyes cloudy, all jutting at a stop.

For a moment, he considers me.

Then, slowly, he sits up to bring his mouth to mine. His kiss is soft, the brush of a petal over my lips.

My face crumples.

“Hurt me if you must,” he murmurs against my lips, the tip of his nose tickling mine. “I will take it.”

I waver.

My throat thickens with a wet swallow.

The tickle of his fingertips ghosts up my back, stroking me, along the curve of my spine.

Again, that gentle chaste kiss brushes my lips.

I sink into him.

His length reaches deeper inside of me the more my muscles unwind, the more I melt to him.

My breath hitches.

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