To think.
To nurture my self-control.
The storm in my stomach churns.
“I can’t,” I whisper pitifully, more tears slipping down my cheeks as he makes a rumbling sound, then feathers his lips along the edge of my jaw.
“Speakto me.” The words patter against my pebbling skin, and his teeth dig in—a gentle nip that loosens the strings of my composure. A moan cuts into me as my head falls back, spine arching, my aching breasts pushing so far forward my nipples brush his chest, the blunt ends of my hair tickling between my shoulder blades as he ghosts his lips across my right clavicle.
He plants a kiss, and I can almostfeelit brushing the petals of one of my blooms. Another is pressed beside it, like he’s mapping a constellation with his mouth, hatching the next kiss upon my shoulder.
A smaller, softer one beside it.
Pleasure ripples through me like honey slugging through my veins, and I moan, swallowing a whimpered beg for him to do it again.
And again.
For him to do it forever.
His mouth journeys into the dip of my neck—tender.
Nudging.
My head tips to the side, and he blows an icy breath upon the stretched hollow, a shiver pebbling my skin.
I picture a senka bloom unraveling milky petals.
He drags his hand from my hair, down my spine, the frosty brush between my shoulder blades kindling my nerves.
Mywant.
He braces my back with his unflinching strength, giving me a perch to arch upon as he feathers more kisses across my clavicle.
I count each one, memorizing them.
Tucking them away.
Ten …
Eleven …
“Please.”
I didn’t think he knew that word.
He plants another kiss in unison with the heavy roll of my heart.
“I have nothing to say,” I whisper, and he makes this deep, pained sound, his hand spearing up into my hair to cradle the back of my head. He presses our foreheads together so I’m looking into his silver orbs from beneath tear-stained lashes.
“Thenfightme,” he grits out from between clenched teeth. “Fuckinguseme if you have to.”
There’s a vulnerability in his eyes that breaks my fucking heart, a waiting silence shoving between us that seems to grow its own hungry pulse.
I used the man in the forest nymph lair. I will notusethe man I love.
Delving my fingers through his thick locks, I blow a breath upon his lips, wishing I could tip forward.
Steal another taste.
