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Her glare is disapproving, but beneath that obvious reaction, a hint of doubt crests.
With a forced breath, Halen places her palms to my chest and steps around me, digging the loss of her deeper as she cautiously eases toward the railing but stops a safe distance away. “We’re too exposed up here. There’s not enough shadow to hide us.”
Despite her avoidance, I sense her torn emotions. My dark muse is in there, yet as always, she just needs to be pushed past the edge.
“I don’t need the shadows to make you come.” I press up against her and wrap my arm around her waist, forcing her toward the railing.
“Kallum—”
Her fear spikes my adrenals, dosing me with a pure fucking hit to render me drugged. I grab her hands and anchor her palms to the cool iron, trapping her between my body and the bars.
“Keep your eyes right there,” I command her, “on the constellation Perseus.”
Her breathing erratic, she pushes into me, her backside delivering satisfying friction. “We’re right in view?—”
“To whom? The bored agents who lost interest in us after the first ten minutes. To those dull fucks below us? We’re just a couple watching the sky.” My grip tightens over her hands to hold her in place, my body caged around hers. “They can’t hear the filthy things I’m whispering to you, or feel how your body responds to them.”
“Kallum, stop.” Her panic is tangible as she looks down.
Towering over her, I collar her throat from behind and force her head back as I drop my lips against her ear, lowering my tone to a lethal decibel. “There are no safe words between us. You want this to stop, you know how to make it stop.”
Her swallow pulses enticingly against my palm, her heart taking flight.
“Slow your breathing,” I instruct as I loosen my hold. Gently, I stroke her throat, taming the wild creature in my grasp. “That’s it. Good girl. You know with one command, you can enrapture me or end me. You felt it in the room as you watched me come undone and lose my goddamn mind at the sight of you riding your fingers, coming so pretty for me as your eyes held me captive, and I wasdyingas I came so fucking hard for you, Halen. That’s the power you possess over me.”
She doesn’t have to own it. We both know she can annihilate me right this instant, and I’d praise her while she delivered her lovely damnation.
Her body relaxes into mine, her breathing deep and slow as I tenderly trace her neck before I remove her hairband, loving the way the soft layers fall over her shoulder. “Fuck, at that moment, I would have traded what’s left of my black soul for just a taste of your sweet, sweet pussy.” My cock throbs at the prospect. I spear my fingers into her hair and pull her head back. “Tell me how wet you are.”
A reflexive tremble grips her muscles. “Soaking my thighs,” she says, shamelessly torturing me.
A guttural sound works free from deep within my chest, and I fasten my eyes closed as I release her and press my lips to the top of her head. The air has no temperature. There are no scents. The sounds of the party have faded away. Even the meteoroids in space have ceased their course.
She’s all that I sense.
“You consume my fucking cells, Halen. I’m always touching you, always inside you. I know you feel me.” I slide my fingers through hers on the railing. “Admit it.”
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice scarcely carrying over the cello. “I always feel you.”
Like a fiend, approval inflates my ego. “It’s our own unique chemistry. Just like quantum particles whose fates are intertwined, we were created together during the same event. We’re entangled, our properties forever linked wherever we are. Opposites that continuously communicate across time and space.”
She shakes her head in silent rebuttal, yet I know she understands every word,believesevery word. It’s her logic that wants to deny our connection, because it’s inexplicable.
So what I’m about to do to her will blow her damn mind.
My voice drops to a low rumble. “Don’t remove your hands from this rail.”
She clings to the safety of the bar, her body tense, as I slip one hand away. I graze my palm up her arm, over the stitches, coasting higher until I’m positioned between her shoulder blades where I unhook the bra closure.
She gifts me an involuntary flinch. “Doing your bad-boy moniker justice,” she teases, but I can hear the breathy uncertainty in her voice.
“Oh, I’m absolutely about to do it justice, sweetness.” I seal my words in a threat as I grind the length of my unrestrained erection along her ass. “You want me to shatter you, then I’ll shatter you from the inside out.”
I push the bra straps down her shoulders, allowing the garment to slip to her abdomen, her breasts free to experience the satiny sensation of her top. Like a masochist, to torture myself further, I unfasten the button right below the low neckline, granting myself a sexy, teasing view of her breasts. The temptation to capture her peaked nipples between my fingers is a hot demand in my groin, but I return my hand to hers.
“While touch is addictive, the mind is what makes the sensation real.” My claim is backed by the cool caress of night, the haunting notes of the cello. “An orgasm is more cognitive than physical, but my little Halen knows this,” I whisper in her ear. “When the mind and body are in tune, an energy orgasm can clang the fuck out of that tuning fork, and there are no two people on this planet more aligned than us.”
Recovering her memory is only one facet of her awakening.
