Page 23 of Coal Hearts

We both sucked in a breath as her body moulded perfectly to mine. Her heat kissed the wildfire inside me, drenching us in proverbial gasoline, striking a condemning match and ensuring flames devoured us whole.

The longer I imprisoned her, the brighter we burned. If I never let her go, if I claimed every single piece of her, we’d be nothing more than a pile of ash and pain.

Pain.

Christ, I wanted it.

Hers, mine.

Together.

Hard and ruthless, untamed and primal.

My teeth ached as my eyes locked on her lips.

I want another taste.

She swayed backward, pressing her hips harder against my upper thighs. Her belly brushed my pounding cock, and I was seconds away from wrapping my hand in her hair and forcing her to her knees right there on the crowded dance floor.

She licked her lips.

I froze.

She froze.

Our hearts thundered, in-sync and chaotic.

For the first time in my life, I felt something deeper than darkness, lighter than sin, and a thousand times better than shame.

I looked into her turbulent, golden gaze and flinched as my decaying humanness recognised her. Recognised with a horrifying punch that out of all the girls in all the cities, this one was different.

Why the fuck does she have to be different?

My voice churned with guilt. “I told you this would be a thousand times worse for you if you kept fighting.”

“And I told you I’m not for sale! Let me go and—”

“I already told you. I can’t do that.”

“I’m not going to sleep with you. Not for all the money in all the world.”

“You say that as if you have a choice.”

“I do.” Her chin came up. “Watch me.”

Without any other warning, she sucked in a big breath and screamed.

Loud.

So loud it cut through the music and wrenched far too many eyes in our direction.

I flinched.

Shit.

A big, muscled bouncer left his spot by the wall and shoved his way through the crowd toward us.

Double shit.