Page 65 of Sage Haven
His presence loomed over me, heavier with every inch he closed.
I told myself that I wanted to move but I didn’t.
I let him lean in, close enough for his breath to ghost over my skin.
It was warm and comforting but something about his voice made me shiver. “Exactly.”
The word was a verdict.
And I had already been sentenced.
His thumb brushed across my lower lip, slow and possessive.
A silent challenge.
His breath fanned across my skin, stirring something reckless inside me.
Something I hated and yet, still wanted.
“You’re dangerous,” I whispered. It slipped out before I could stop it.
His smirk was slow, knowing. “And yet, you’re still here.”
Then his hand closed around my throat.
Firm.
Measured.
Not enough to hurt.
But enough to remind me who was in control.
His lips grazed my ear, his voice rough and low, “You don’t like to listen, do you?”
My body betrayed me as I arched toward him—just slightly.
But it was enough to make me hate myself for it and want more.
His fingers trailed down my spine, leaving fire in their wake. “You act like you don’t want this,” he murmured, dark amusement curling in his tone. “But you keep coming back.”
A tremor rolled through me as I spoke, voice barely steady.
“Maybe I’m just bad at staying away.”
His smile widened. “Or maybe you don’t want to,” he said, teasing, as his hand trailed down toward my fingertips.
The soft brush of his skin sent shivers spiraling through me, heat pooling low between my thighs—thick and aching with something I didn’t want to name.
I tried to pull away. He only pulled me closer, his grip tightening with intent.
“You like this, don’t you?” he asked, smirking, amusement curling at the corners of his mouth.
“You’re an ass, Reich.” The words were flimsy armor—thin but necessary.
I needed something to hold onto. Something to keep me from closing the space between us.
He saw it. Hefeltit. And he fed on it.
