Page 105 of Shadowman
“Come now, Byron,” he says calmly, blocking my hits to his torso. “They won’t let us stop until you do it. Just hit me.”
“Why don’tyouhitme?” I grumble.
“I told you.” He gets up in my face, crowding me until we’re practically zipped. My heartbeat is popping off much faster than it should be, but I think I can feel his doing the same. “I’m not a fighter.”
“Oh, right… You’re alover,” I taunt, shoving him away.
But he comes right back. “Mhm… But we’re notlovingright now, are we?” He smirks, and I want to punch it.At least… I think that’s what I want to do to it…“No, we’re fighting. Sofight.”
I shake my head, the nerves, the tension, and the thrill all working up together, coating my muscles. “Fuck off…”
“You think I can’t handle it?” he breathes out.
“Iknowyou can’t,” I growl, my hands on his waist.
We’re chest to chest, fluttering into one another. The shouts and chants, our panting in tandem… His low, gravelly voice. It’s all becoming heady music, a background to this dance we’re doing.
“I promise I can take it,” he rasps, almost pleading. “Hitme.”
He… wants it?
I’m in limbo, burning hotter with every lash of his firm body and smooth skin against mine. I know I need to make a move, but I’m afraid…
Afraid of how good it might feel.
“Come, love,” Trevel whispers over my lips. “No mercy… I want yourwrath.”
And then he grabs my throat.
Instinct kicks in, and I shove him back,hard, launching my fist at his jaw. It was a default reaction, but still, I’mstrugglingto keep it easy. I don’t think I want to hurt him…
I’m confused. This isconfusingme.
Hard, hot body pressing into mine, sweat and dried blood in the air, mingling with the scent ofhim—sweet and fresh and masculine.
Fuck,I’m high on it all. It’s frying my wires.
“Harder,” Trevel snarls, coming for me again, grabbing my neck. “Like a good boy.”
Ding.
It’s as if a timer went off in my brain. Some bizarre Pavlovian bell.
I think I actually moan for a second, but I cover it up with a roar as I lunge at him, tackling him to the floor. I’m throwing fast punches into his sides and his face. He’s able to block some of them, but still, the red is overtaking me.
This fury… It’s oh-so-sweet.
“You wanted this,” I hiss, straddling him, pinning him to the floor. “You want me to hurt you, pretty boy? Huh? Is that what you like??”
“I think it’s whatyoulike,” he croaks, violet eyes sparkling up at me. “Unleash on me, baby. Make me bleed for you,Byron Kang.”
“I’ll make you fucking bleed…” I snarl, launching a fist at his face. “You bleed forme, got it?! Your blood ismine.”
He grunts,takingit with a sadistic smile. A bolt of zeal fizzles inside me like electricity. It turns me the fuck on. I hit him again, andagain, raging andlovingit.
Trevel isn’t even trying to block me anymore. He’s just gripping my hips, fingers digging into me while I hit him and grab him by the throat. I might have blacked out… Except that I haven’t, because I can feeleverything.
The fury isburninginto an aggressively erotic desire. I haven’t felt this in so long. It’s consuming me. I’malivewith sensation.
