Page 71 of Bitten & Burned
His voice broke.
“Not fucking tear you apart just to put you back together…Pip’s the only softness I have.” A pause, before he continued. “Had.”
“Have.”
His eyes met mine. “And I gave him to you.”
“Maybe I want the rest of you, too.”
“You don’t.”
“Don’t tell me what I want, Quil Ashborne. I’m not that kind of girl. You don’t decide what’s good for me. You either accept or don’t. Which is it?”
He was silent once more, biting his lip. Hard.
“I won’t say no. So stop asking me.Please.”
I laughed. “There’s no way I’m going to stop asking.”
“You are… fucking impossible. Like a dog with a bone. You won’t let it go even if it’s bad for you.” The last part was hissed through clenched teeth as he walked closer to me. I could smell him now. Forest. Outdoors. Iron. Salt.Want.
“You want me to stop? Want me to shut up?” I asked—challenged. “Only one way to do that.”
He was so close now. I could reach out and touch him. Pull him. Latch on and never let go.
“You’re gonna regret this,” he muttered, reaching for my hand and dragging me close. “You’re gonna regretme.”
His lips crashed down onto mine. Sharp fangs. Hot breath. An unspoken claim that I willingly gave him.
Heat pooled low in my belly.
Fuck yes, just take me already.
My hands scrambled for purchase. Anywhere. I settled for around his neck, holding him close as he kissed me like I’dneverbeen kissed before in my fucking life.
Kissed with desperation. Need. Frustration. Relief.
All of it in the span of a few seconds.
He growled low in his chest, and I melted into him.
“Fuck,” he ground out, pushing me back against the books behind me.
The shelf bit my back, pain bloomed right beneath my shoulder blades, but I didn’t care. I wanted to climb him. Ruin him. Ruin myself. Gods, I justwanted. He could have everything. So long as he never stopped.
He pressed himself against me. I could feel him. Hard and unyielding against my hips. My core. His hands cupped my ass, hoisting me up so my legs could wrap around his slim hips.
“Fuck… you smell like sunshine. Good. Too good,” he growled. “Too fucking good.”
I rocked against him once. Twice. A third time.
Gods. The friction.
I hadn’t felt like this… ever. Not when I was younger, letting a boyfriend rut against me in secret. Not with Vael, even through all his teasing and tempting.
Nothing had ever touched this. This need.
This desire.
