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I don’t just want to take my next breath, I crave it like a wasteland craves rain.
This angel has washed up on my shores of despair, and my heart beats for the first fucking time. God, it’s painful, but I’ve never felt so fucking alive.
Her long waves pulled back into a low ponytail, she nibbles her lip. Tucks the escaping strand of white behind her ear. So docile, yet so fucking sexy, I have the uncontrollable desire to devour her all at once—every last sinful drop.
As if she senses my predatory gaze, she looks my way and our eyes connect. I’m speared right through my sternum by the prettiest shade of hazel. Her mouth parts as I offer her a lopsided smile, and it only lasts a moment, but I swear I feel her delicious shiver roll through me.
She returns her attention to the man and woman, and I make an educated guess that these are her parents. The woman shares a hereditary trait; the same vein of white streaked through her dark hair.
I watch as the couple walk off, leaving my prey all alone.
Taking one determined step toward her, I immediately halt when I spot the diamond ring on her finger. She’s twisting the band, her expression shifting from a captivating smile to a tight frown.
I feel as if I’m standing on the precipice of an abyss, destiny hinged on a single choice.
Fuck it.
I push through the barrier, cutting a direct path to my muse.
The sun sets behind the campus, the rays of faded orange and pink cast her in an aethereal glow as I stalk toward her, my gaze tapered to a pinpoint on my prey.
I sink my hands into the depths of my pockets as I approach, slowly, so I’m not tempted to touch her. “You’re an intriguing little thing.”
Her hazel eyes narrow, but there’s a faint curl to her lips. “I must be. I’ve noticed you studying me like some cryptic artifact, Professor Locke.”
Amused, I grin and cock my head. “So my reputation proceeds me.”
“It does,” she says, crossing her arms. “The renowned professor of all things occult and esoteric philosophy.” Her smile stretches. “But also, I’ve heard more than one person refer to you as the bad-boy of academia.”
My smile turns devilish. “I suppose it depends on who you talk to. But please, it’s Kallum.”
She licks her lips, and my gaze drops to her mouth as I suppress a groan. “Well, it’s nice to officially meet you, Kallum. Maybe next time you can show us around your department.”
I look past her to the couple retreating from the courtyard. “How about now?” I might regret this—I’m not usually up for impressing parents—but my instincts are screaming not to let her leave.
“Now?” She arches a delicate eyebrow.
“Right now.”
She bites the corner of her lip. “Thank you for the offer, but I have a job to get back to.”
“Hmm.That’s hardly any fun.”
“Those are the rules, professor.”
“Rules are definitely no fun.” I drop my tone to a dangerous decibel as my gaze settles on the ring circling her finger, the challenge in my gaze unmistakable.
A defiant spark flickers in her eyes, then she swipes the lock of white from her vision. The desire to tuck that defiant streak behind her ear hits me fierce and hot.
I might be on my way to hell for this, but fuck, I’ll descend those fiery crags for this angel.
If she needs a villain to steal her away, I can be that ruthless bastard.
“All right,” she finally says, accepting my challenge. “Just…give me a minute.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
I’d wait a millennia for her—but the crippling fear she won’t return unexpectedly assaults me, and I call out, “You didn’t give me your name.”
