Page 15 of Savage Torment

It’s like someone just turned the light on in my body, so all I can see is her. All I can worship is the woman before me.

Tilting my face, our eyes lock. Hers are wide, but the desire is thick. For me. It’s the most unhinged thing I’ve ever seen, and I like it.

She sinks to her knees before me, heart racing so hard it’s all I can hear. I grin, cupping her cheek as she leans closer.

“You’re mine now, Amica Mea.” Each word is ragged and breathless, but they still drive their point home. “You're my bound.”

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BLAZE

Iwait with bated breath as Polaris’s eyes flicker open, and as much as I want to stay close enough to touch her, I force myself to stand tall, dropping my hands from her temples as her eyes search mine.

It’s impossible to guess what she's thinking at first glance, and that’s saying something as the person who has been watching her far more than I care to admit. Her tells are easy, but as she presses her palms into the mattress beneath her, shuffling backwards to lean properly against the headboard, the pillow tucked behind her adding a little cushioning, she still gives nothing away.

I shouldn’t expect anything less from the fireball that is my Amica Mea.

I could get lost in her eyes, which is why, as she stares at me, looking deep into my soul, I miss the telltale signs that she’s mad as a heavy exhale passes her lips. It’s followed swiftly by the beautiful breeze of my name.

I sag with relief, inching closer once more, but the second I crouch forward, her palm comes swinging, slapping me across my face, and I hiss from the pleasurable pain. My dick stiffensimpossibly hard beneath the waistband of my pants. Biting back my groan is near impossible.

“Fuck me, Amica Mea,” I grunt, and she snarls.

“How fucking dare you.” I run my tongue over my bottom lip, cocking a brow at her in question. “Don't look at me like that,” she states, nose wrinkling with frustration. I tilt my head to the side, intrigued by whatever she plans to say next. She huffs, folding her arms over her chest as she tries to put an invisible wall between us. “I didn't agree to this,” she points out, and I shrug.

“Neither did I.”

“Neither did you?” She scoffs. “Please, you…” Her words fall off as she tries to find an explanation, loosening one arm from around her waist as she manically waves her hand at me. Despite her efforts, she still doesn't have the answer she's searching for.

“Go on,” I encourage, watching as her lips purse, eyes narrowing as her frustration continues to grow. Her waving hand shifts into a finger aimed directly at me.

“You kissed me.”

“And you said you remember that,” I say, and she shakes her head.

“No, the first time you kissed me… you bit my lip.”

I shrug, rocking back on my heels. “It was unavoidable.” She gapes in disbelief. “We would have been delaying the inevitable,” I add, skipping the part where I explain it was completely out of my control.Everythingto do with her is completely out of my control.

I can't think, I can't see, I can't hear anything apart from her. She's everywhere. In my thoughts, in my dreams, consuming every part of my mind, even when I don't want her to. But none of that matters now that we're bound. I've come to accept it. Once she comes to accept it too, hopefully it will all make a bit more sense.

“You made me forget,” she reminds me, and I scoff.

“That was for your own good.”

Her hands completely loosen again, waving around like she’s trying to grasp onto something… anything at all, but it’s futile. She’ll realize that eventually.

“I’m struggling to see how,” she mutters, and I find myself givinghera pointed look this time.

Clearly, I need to spell it out. “I’m not the only man drawn to you, Polaris.”

Her eyes widen as her jaw falls slack and guilt drifts across her face as she slowly lifts her hand to cover her mouth.

“They weren't too happy about what we’ve done,” I state, her eyes somehow widening even further.

“What did you do?” An array of emotions dance across her face, but they’re shifting too quickly for me to decipher them.

Instead of fixating on getting a read on how she’s feeling, I focus on moving this conversation along. “What needed to be done,” I offer with a shrug.

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