‘I, ' She stammered, still half in fight-or-flight. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean -.’
‘What do you need?’ he rasped, his head tipping to her, sensing her distress.
She took a shaky step back. ‘I, I shouldn’t have come.’
‘Nada, woman,’ he growled. ‘You came here for a reason. What do you want?’
The question pulsed through the room, through her ribs and spine.
Her throat tightened.
I need you.
The words danced on the tip of her tongue, but instead she said, ‘I’ll tell you what I don’t need and that’s time.’
Santi straightened against the headboard, the sheet slipping further down his hips.
Another pulse of violet shimmer coiled around his torso, glowing along the ink on his chest.
His eyes burned in the dim room.
‘Is that right?’ he drawled, voice like gravel catching fire. ‘What changed your mind? Or rather, what sped you up?’
She took an inhale, her nerves on edge, heat coiling in her belly. ‘You’re irresistible.’
She was hedging.
Truth be told, her terror led her to his potency and strength.
She needed it like a hit ofkoko, and being in his arms was the first time in years she’d ever seemed safe.
‘Am I now?’ Santi growled.
The room shifted.
His aether flared, a whip crack of violet flame that coiled through the air like lightning made flesh.
In a blink, he was out of bed and on her.
Naked. Glorious. A predator uncaged.
The light of the moon-lake through the terrace glass fell on him from behind.
Outlining every carved inch of muscle, each shimmering mark of gold, mauve, and sable ink that moved like tides across his body.
Power poured off him, raw, elemental, magnetic.
Her nipples hardened, and an arc of desire so piercing and hot hit her, and she moaned.
It wasn’t just lust. It was a pure, unadulterated sense that she was knotted, fated forever, to him.
Santi’s arms encircled her and pulled her flush to him, claiming her.
She sank into him and gasped as his heat enveloped her, his energy wrapping around her like smoke and fire. Her knees weakened.
‘Easy,’ he murmured.
He scooped her up, lifting her without effort.