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His lips are searing hot against mine, and rough in a way that commands me to soften beneath him. To let him in. To let him devour, and capture, and own.
Pinpricks of hard stubble brush against my smooth skin, reminding me that this man is no boy. This man stealing the second kiss I’ve experienced to date, is all man.
But he doesn’t just press his mouth to mine. He doesn’t simply move his lips against mine, fitting to me, moulding to me, making himself an extension of me…
This man invades.
With a hand holding the side of my face, cradling me as long, thick fingers spear into the waves of my hair, he demands access to a place no one has accessed in my life, with a practiced sweep of his tongue against the seam of my lips. With my gasp of surprise, he slips stealthily inside. The feel of his tongue against mine is unexpectedly smooth, and entirely dominating. He tastes like a warm breeze, and a sinful inferno intended to trap me in this delicious devastation for eternity.
When a low sound suspiciously like a growl rumbles from the deep of him, spilling into my mouth, my body shudders against his. My awareness of him is primal. It’s rooted deep, woven into the fabric of me as though it’s always been there, formed with me from the very beginning.
He deepens the kiss, tongue sweeping against mine as he stokes a fire in my core, I don’t think I’ll ever be capable of dousing. It’s so deep, I think he strokes my soul even as talons shred into my heart, spores imbedding in the soft tissue, infecting.
God, my heart hurts. My mind—thoughtless.
Nothing beyond this kiss exists.
Nothing beyond the ache in my body, in the very core of me, exists.
I’ve never been so empty as I am now. So acutely aware of the hollowness expanding inside me as my body shifts closer, seeking more.
I’m driven by this primal overtaking. Consumed by this kiss. This man.
“Tav,” I gasp in a deep breath as he pulls away, my starved lungs filling with air I didn’t realize they lost. Heat flushes my cheeks, the violent pounding of my heart in my chest surely something he can feel against his own as he steadies me of my wobble with his body.
When my eyes drift from the dark dress shirt covering the wide expanse of his chest, to land on his dark eyes, the cotton candy weightlessness in my belly solidifies in one quick whoosh. I might not be expecting to see affection there in the deep, but I don’t expect the raw flash of disgust that exposes the truth of his feelings regarding this stolen kiss.
A splinter roots deep inside my hijacked heart.
Hurt unlike anything I’ve experienced in my life swells. It takes everything I have in me to dip my head in an act of shyness to conceal the tears that threaten to fall.
He chuckles, the sound ugly as he slides a finger under my chin, forcing my head back before I’m able to blink away the shimmer of wet that tells too much.
His body stiffens, jaw clenching, as his eyes lock on mine, wading through the shimmer of emotion I wish I didn’t feel.
Gathering all the strength I possess; I curl my lips into a smile Darius would have devoured with dark excitement in his eyes. He would have delighted in the way it trembles.
Tav isn’t Darius, because I swear, I see a little of the hatred he holds for me chip away as he slides the pad of his thumb gently over my bottom lip. He mutters, “Say your goodbyes. I’m taking you home.”
eight
Tav
I didn’t kiss her because of the cameras. I kissed her because she stood in my arms, those big blue eyes tempting the very devil inside me, smelling like she does. Like something sweet, slightly floral, and rain. The cleansing scent of rain that you get after a wet, stormy night, and the first rays of a new day begin to warm the dew that clings to the land.
I kissed her because I’d been tempted to within an inch of my control, and that control simply snapped.
I kissed her because she’d been looking up at me like she believed I hung every last star that glittered in the night sky.
I kissed her because I had to.
Ironic, really, this little witch has brought the devil in me to his knees. He’s praying for deliverance, something I never thought he’d do. I can only hope that the rain that seems to cling constantly to her, might wash away my sins. Absolve me of every last one I know I’ll commit in the future.
Because I’m going to sin, and sin frequently, if Ian doesn’t get his shit in gear and get me that will, so I can kick this sweet little witch out of my house and life for good.
When I’d kissed her, it had been intended as punishment for making me feel anything at all. And I’d felt a whole lot I never expected to feel when she listened to why I didn’t want to be called Cole, and simply agreed to respect me on it, no questions asked. No fingers poking into the wound. No manipulations or demands or added blackmail. Just simple, sweet acceptance, as those big blue eyes blinked trustingly up at me, youthful innocence shining from the deep.
Then she smiled.
