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“Why did you want to tell me?”
He paused. “Because…you are the first person I’ve ever felt compelled to be honest with, apart from my brothers. I want you to know about me.”
My heart pounded harder. “But why?”
“I don’t know, Kali.” His eyes bored into mine. “Why did you keep the secret about my blood? Why did you stop the Clovers from killing me that night in Impulse?”
“Because you were worth more alive.” My lie sounded weak even to my ears, but he didn’t reply, seeming content to just stare at me in a way that made me squirm. My real answer was the same as his. I didn’t know why, but I did know that the thought of him dying was worse than being trapped here with him.
“I do know that I fucking love feeling my body against yours,” he said, lowering himself down on top of me until his inked chest was brushing mine. “Hearing your heartbeat go crazy like it is right now. If you want me to stop, now would be the time to say something.”
I didn’t say a word, letting challenge flood my gaze. He gave me a heated smile before dropping his head, kissing me. The second my lips parted, he pushed his tongue in, letting it dance with mine. He tasted so damn good. I brought my hands up, running them through his hair.
He broke the kiss, only to drag his lips over my jaw before bringing them to my throat. His kisses were so light. Soft. A complete contrast to the ruthless vampire I knew he could be. He traced my collarbone with his tongue, and I let out a small moan, tingles racing down my spine.
“Tell me something that makes you happy,” he demanded, his words muffled because he was still kissing me, his mouth now between my breasts.
“What?” I panted, unable to comprehend his words.
“I want to know what makes you happy,” he repeated. “Tell me something.”
“Umm…” I trailed off when his hand landed on my thigh, his fingers slowly trailing higher. “Can we talk about this later?—”
“Right now,” he cut me off.
I huffed out a frustrated breath when his hand halted. “Why?”
“Because you are so hot and cold with me. In a half hour, you might close back up and not want to talk. Tell me now.”
“Keep moving your hand, and I’ll answer.”
He chuckled, resuming his movements, and I arched my back when his fingertips reached my clit. He was still kissing my body, and sensations were rushing through me.
“Books,” I choked out. “Reading makes me happy.”
“What kind of books?” He rubbed my clit, his strokes slow.
I brought my hands over my face. “Any kind.”
He tsked. “Not enough. I want details.”
“Zan. I can’t concentrate?—”
His lips brushed against my stomach right under my belly button, and I cried out when he slid a finger inside me. His thumb circled my clit, shooting pleasure through my body.
“What kind?” he asked again, barely lifting his mouth from my skin.
“Stories,” I panted. “Fiction. A world I can get lost in.”
He halted his movements, and I bit back my protest.
“What else other than books?”
Before I could say a word, his hot breath covered my pussy, giving me only a second of warning before his tongue replaced his fingers. He licked softly, making my pussy throb for more. My palms slammed onto the blanket, and I clutched the fabric, his hold on my hips the only reason I was staying still.
But then he stopped.
His silence had me guessing he wanted me to answer, and I let out a groan, rocking my body against his mouth.
