Page 14 of Savage Torment

I wait, desperate for her full attention, until her eyes are settled on me, and I flex my fingers on her shoulder. “It’s someone who is connected to me by blood.”

“Isn’t that the curse we’re all under?” she clarifies, eyebrows gathering in confusion, and I shake my head.

“No. It’s my devoted, my beloved, and I am theirs. It’s someone in the universe that makes you weak yet strong, someone who offers you the world but can take it all away in an instant. Someone that fuels the fire in your veins just by being in their presence.”

She nods like it makes sense, but I can imagine it’s a little too overwhelming for her to let the weight of my words sink in. “It sounds a tad unhinged but almost poetic,” she offers, smiling at me as she tries to take a step back. When my hold doesn’t waver, she sighs. “Are you coming?”

Coming? Where? Did she not hear what she said? It’s on a fucking loop in my head, ready to bring me to my knees. My hold tightens as I tilt my head. “You think it’s… poetic?”

She shrugs, like she’s not got me balanced on a tightrope. I can’t fucking breathe.

“I think it’s romantic and overwhelmingly everlasting to love someone that hard. But what do I know, I’m a Florentine, right? Why are you telling me all of this anyway?” she grumbles, hoping to shift away from the sensitive topic, and I smirk.

“Because I make you forget, remember?”

She rolls her eyes, seemingly irritated with this constant back and forth.

You and me both.

Before I realize it, I’m stepping even closer into her proximity, until her back is pressed against the witches’ building. Heat flashes in her gaze, stoking the fire blazing inside of me.

We’re toe to toe, chest to chest. “We can’t keep doing this,” she whispers, and I stroke my finger down her cheek.

“Do you trust me?”

“No,” she says with a scoff, and the grin on my face darkens as I inch closer until we’re nose to nose.

“Good.”

Do I trust myself?

Definitely not.

But I’m moving without thought, my body a simple vessel for my soul as I eliminate the remaining inches between us, time stretching into nothingness before my mouth crashes against hers.

It’s not sweet. It’s not swoon-worthy. It’s harsh, it’s needy, it’s… intoxicating.

She pins her hands against my chest, curling her fingers into my tee as I claim her lips over and over again. I’m ravenous, obsessed, and I can barely breathe.

It happens before I can consider stopping it, but the action is only confirmed as Polaris gasps into my mouth.

A sharp prick across her bottom lip makes her eyes fly open, and she stares at me in a mixture of wonder and disbelief as I uncontrollably suck her bottom lip into my mouth. It’s hard, likely painful, but I let it go with a pop, leaving a droplet of blood lingering on my lips.

Not just any blood; her blood.

I sweep my tongue across the crimson mark. Every inch of me is buzzing and I can’t decipher if it’s a good or bad thing, but before I can settle on a decision, I stumble back a step before collapsing to my knees with a groan.

Fire burns through me as Polaris plasters her hands against the wall, staring at me as my head tilts back, my throat elongated as I breathe, hot and heavy.

What the fuck is going on?

Every breath is her.

Every sound is her.

Every taste is her.

Every touch is hers.

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