She pulled away, bottom lip stinging. She tasted iron on her tongue. Saw red on his white fangs. He licked his lips and smirked.
"Why did you kiss me?" she asked hoarsely.
"You need a distraction. You’re distracted, aren’t you?" His voice was rough, pupils blown with lust.
She reached up to touch her lips. They tingled from his kiss.
That unnatural, bone-deep thrum called to her.
Her eyes were still open in shock as Rhyden kissed her again. It was even more punishing and demanding.
Rhyden was breathing heavily. "Don’t tell me I’ll have to keep kissing you, wife."
"No, I don’t think so," she said absently, voice light as air.
"That was facetious. But I guess…" Rhyden’s fingers teased the stray pieces of her hair around her temples and cheeks. He wrapped his index finger around one. The corner of her eye burned as she tried to watch as he twisted and twisted, then hepulled. The pain awoke her.
A little, at least.
"Ow." Rin shook her head, trying to dislodge his touch.
He smiled, revealing his sharp fangs. Somehow, she’d found herself backed against a wall. He was caging her in, and the cool concrete pressed against her spine. The thin buckles of her holster pressed into her ribs uncomfortably. That, too, helped to break through the daze of want.
Only to be replaced by a new sort of want, as Rhyden folded his upper half over hers, his hands by her head as his hips pressed into her, making her thighs spread. His knee found its way against her core. He used his knee to lift her until the tips of her boots barely brushed the ground. He was so strong, he could keep her up with only that singular point of contact.
Her hands rose, trying to land on his shoulders, but the angle was off—he was too tall—and so they fell to his chest.
Rhyden’s lips grazed hers. "We have work to do, don’t we? We can’t afford any distractions, wandering eyes, or feet that take you away from me." His hand landed on her shoulder, slipping down to the beginning swell of her small breasts. Shearched up into the touch. His palm covered her breast entirely. Her skull thunked against the wall, toes curling in her boots. "So this is just… me helping the mission. Is that fucking right, wife? Won’t this help our mission—my hands on you?"
She nodded furiously, just wanting him to continue touching her.
But his hand pulled away. "The old me would’ve locked you in this building and set it on fire."
"Why don’t you?" She reached for his wrist, her small fingers barely wrapping around it as she tried to tug his hand back to where it was.
"Because now all I want to do is set everything ablaze and fuck you right in the middle of it. You’d look good in red. Maybe even better if it was your blood too." He leaned his head down, fangs grazing over the side of her neck, but the lines of his body were taut with control.
The thrill of it all, combined with the pull of the lights, made her feel split in two. Her core clenched as she remembered how she’d left him so long ago. Unsatisfied. He’d nearly split her in two, then.
Suddenly, she was desperate.
"Do it—not the blood thing," she quickly amended. "But light it all up." Her lashes grazed her cheeks as her lids fluttered in embarrassment. "Fuck me in the flames."
Fire bloomed behind him, delicate flames licking at the walls like the growing thing in her core, begging to be stoked.
She held her breath, waiting for his fire to catch on the tubes, fumes heating, burning, exploding. Nothing happened.
Rhyden caught her with his knee when she slipped, pushing her harder against the wall.
She wanted to rile him up, make him remember what she’d done, entice him to hold her a little harder. "You told me to run. I did. I have been running from you since that day, Rhyden."She met his stare. "Now you have me. What are you going to do about it?"
"Fuck, I should’ve chased you down and tied you up myself that day. I wouldn’t have even needed to drug you. Left you pinned to the window, naked. The whole city could’ve seen you. Going to leave me hard and aching this time?"
"M-maybe. Depends on whether we’re found here. This is risky."
"Remember what I said to your doctor?The thrill of danger makes me hard." The words were a cool whisper slithering in the shell of her ear.
"I remember."
