“I should have left you with them.”
“But you didn’t.”
“You should have escaped me while you could,” he prompted.
“You should have abandoned me while you could,” I quipped back.
“I lost control for you. I always lose control for you.”
I gulped. “I need you…”
“You’re mine.”
He crushed his lips on mine, hard and passionate. It felt like an electric shock. My senses were on hyperalert—I could see my blood pumping inside my core, my heart growing inside my chest, my skin bristling. We were plunging inside sweet chaos. I nestled under his darkness, tasting it with need, welcoming it inside my soul.
In a heartbeat, he made two handfuls of my butt and pinned me once more against the wall. His touch commanded both of my legs to wrap around his torso. I executed his silent order, molding my body to his hard one. He seized my thighs. I rubbed myself against the throb between his legs. Arousal descended down my stomach like butterflies.
I raked my hand through his sleek hair, which he captured to handcuff it on top of my head. He kissed me harder, and I surrendered to his strength, impossible to match.
Radcliff was the quintessence of power.
The epitome of danger.
The stealer of my heart.
I felt like the world was pale and grayish before he spun my world into a red-tinted heaven.
A formula that was his own, he enslaved me with.
The hellish fire of his eyes.
The pomegranate taste on his lips.
The aphrodisiac vanilla of his scent.
I sucked on his lip. The beating of my thumping heart slammed against his hand that had captured my throat. I was willingly at his mercy. Yet, I knew, from dusk till dawn, he had been my savior rescuing me from my invisible demons. His tenebrosity had slaughtered the ones hunting me.
He caressed, gripped, kissed my body with possession. He grabbed my breast with a need he never allowed himself to demonstrate. There was no denying, no coming back from this. We both took a side, fighting against the path we’d drawn for ourselves.
He resurrected me.
I bloomed.
I opened my petals, revealing myself freely. He was shattering each of my barriers to get to me with each of his demanding kisses. He replaced the deceitful lullabies inside my head with a song of his own. A sinful, delicious melody. When his tongue tangled with mine, the earth below me melted away. He exposed all the secret cravings that were dwelling inside my soul. I was soaking wet, a bolt of fire surging through me.
We sucked all the air in the room, stealing each other’s from our lungs. We reluctantly parted away, and when I touched the ground again, my body went cold, missing the burning heat he had created. He analyzed me, animal lust brightening his eyes. A half-smile drew on his face, his soul demanding only to devour me.
He smoothed his tie before undoing the knot, leaving it hanging recklessly—which wasn’t in his habit. He undressed his suit vest in one swift move. I took sight of his muscles almost breaking the fabric of his black dress shirt. Two buttons were disjointed—probably from the intensity of our exchanges.
He inched forward, wrapping his jacket around my shoulders to cover my half-naked body.
“We’re leaving,” he ordered with confidence.
“W-Where are—”
He swooped me on top of his shoulder, carrying me effortlessly. It wasn’t romantic, no. It was a possessive gesture of a caveman. I was still exposed, his jacket not covering my butt cheeks. Cringing tight on his back, I felt so small, the floor seeming far away.
“You’re mine now, little witch.” His voice was threatening with no vestige of choice.
