Page 69 of Darkness

He snorts out a laugh. “Not everyone would agree with you.”

I reach out, taking his hand in mine. “Well, I see you. I was cold with you before, but I see the good man you’re trying to be.”

Our fingers lace together. “Trying doesn’t always work. Sometimes I fail.”

“At least you tried. That’s the main thing.”

His eyes meet mine. A buzz fills the air every time he looks at me this way—like he wants to devour me. The room disappears. It’s just him and me, sitting and staring at each other.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs under his breath.

I break my eyes from his, focusing on the reason I came searching for him. “Did you know Void and Ivy are… connecting?”

He raises his brow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I was down there just now, and Void came in looking for Ivy. He was uncomfortable with me there. I know he likes her.”

“Void feeling something for anyone but himself? Impossible. It’s why he’s called Void.”

“Didn’t you say the same about you before I came along?”

His expression drops as he absorbs what I’ve just told him. “You think there’s something more going on?”

“Maybe not yet, but there’s something brewing.”

“Figures. I suppose he was tasked with protecting her twenty-four-seven.”

“So, you think their attraction was Stockholm syndrome? Is that what happened to us?”

He narrows his eyes on me. “No. With us, it was the moment I saw you, Eva. It’s why I took you. I felt a pull to you the second I laid eyes on you. It’s the only reason we’re the way we are now. Pure chemistry… even if I did have to wait for you to get the memo.”

“And you’ve never felt that for any of the other women you’ve transported?”

“You know I haven’t. Where’s this coming from?”

Honestly, I have no idea. “How can I be assured you won’t abandon me for the next girl who takes your eye?”

“You can’t, and I won’t make promises. I’m not that guy, Eva. I ain’t no saint, so don’t make me out to be something I’m not.” I tense further. “But what I will say is no one has ever taken my attention the way you did that night, the way you still do. I can’t promise you forever, but for you, Eva, I want to try.”

My heart rapid-fires in my chest at his blatant honesty. I want to cry, but I hold it together. “So, I was worth it? All this trouble?”

Nycto stands abruptly, his eyes hard and the vein in his neck throbbing. “Come with me.” His hand grips mine as he yanks me through the clubhouse so fast I can hardly keep up. My feet take two steps to every one of his. He enters the hall, then pushes open his bedroom door. He pulls me through, then slams the door shut with a hefty bang.

I jump a little at his aggression. He turns to face me, his hands coming up either side of my face as he pushes me back against the door with a thud. “Listen and listen good… you’re worth every. Damn. Thing. I don’t know what has you doubting yourself, but I’m going to prove to you I don’t regret any of this.”

His lips slam against mine, taking no prisoners. His tongue slides into my mouth, and any doubt I had evaporates in an instant. I’m not sure why it was there to begin with. It’s been an emotional day. I guess I’m all over the place.

Right now, I need Nycto to make me feel good.

He grips me hard and pulls me farther into the red-hued room—the place I’ve come to think of as my home, a home I share with him.

Nycto pushes me to sit on the bed. He bends, his eyes on mine as his hand slides in behind my head to grab hold of my hair. He tugs my head back, pulling my face up to meet his as I let out a gasp at the same time his lips capture mine. Sparks erupt inside my body. I can’t explain why, but I love his roughness with me.

My hands slide up under his leather cut then pull it down over his shoulders. He places it neatly to the side of the bed as I reach under his shirt, lifting it over his head. It cascades to the floor, and he moves in, pushing me back on the bed, his body pressing on top of mine as our tongues collide frantically.

My legs wrap around his waist as he grinds into my pussy. My clit is throbbing so damn hard I can hardly contain myself. He kisses me so full of need, so full of lust, I find it difficult to breathe.

We rock against each other as desperation fills me. I need to feel him. I want him so bad I don’t even care about all the other shit around me. My hands move in between us, and I fumble for his belt. He shifts his weight to allow me to undo it. I jerk down his zipper, then yank his jeans over his ass.

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