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Onyx
Caine’s kiss courses through me like electricity.
Pull away, Onyx, I command myself. Pull away…
I wrench back and stare at him, my chest heaving, as every heavy beat of my heart echoes in my ears.
His lashes flutter and he opens his eyes.
God.
With his black hair styled back from his face, it leaves all those sinful angles naked to my gaze. And the crimson light of his eyes in tangible. Hot. The slight shadow on his jaw is rugged, and the new black wings tattooed across his throat are sexy.
He screams bad boy. The kind that leaves you a physical and emotional mess after the sex of your life. And having experienced metaphysical sex with him, he is a danger to more than just my libido.
I step away, putting space between us.
His hands slide off my hips and I shiver. There is so much confusion on his face. I want to kiss him again just to spark that arrogance again. The one that is all demon and less Caine. “Onyx—”
My head shakes and I turn on my heel and move as fast as I dare. I know people are watching.
What was it Gage said?
Caine is designed to be noticed.
I knew before I approached him. Before I ever offered to let him feed on me. And watching him with those women?
Ruin was right.
He is lucky that Lilah loves him because Caine can have any woman he wants. He took the redhead. The blond. They flocked to him without him doing a damn thing.
And I …
I’m no better.
My body aches for Caine. For his gentle touch and his attention.
This is the danger of the Asmodean race.
No.
This is the danger of Caine.
I haven’t even had him and I crave him. Those glowing red eyes and his heat. My eyes burn and I break into a run.
My heels pound the pavement, but I can’t slow. Nor do I dare to look back. I couldn’t stand seeing him fills his arms with another. Not now.
Not after …
The sob boils into my mouth and I shake my head hard to stop it. The motion leaves me off balance and I trip.
Powerful hands grab me.
“Onyx? Onyx, what’s wrong?” Tanner’s voice is hard and rumbling. Filled with his beast. “Did someone hurt you?”
My laugh is high, edged. “No.”
He gently lifts my chin. “Then why the hells are you crying?”
