Page 32 of Consume Me

Opening the car door, I place her in the passenger seat.

“Get out and I’ll chase your ass down.”

The struggle to challenge me sparks in her silver eyes like rivulets of platinum. I hope she does. I hope she doesn’t becauseI can barely keep the part of me that wants to fucking ravish her leashed.

Climbing into the driver’s seat, I press the start button. The short ride is silent, and a pang hits my chest. She has always been talkative. I could listen to her talking and asking hundreds of questions for hours. But that was before. Before I ruined us.

The silence is too much, and I let a low grumble out.

“I got the serum.”

“Mm-hmm,” she says, clearly uninterested.

“You should focus on the mission rather than going on subpar dates.”

“If you say so.”

“Stop provoking me.”

Her brows shoot to her hairline. “And what are you going to do about it?” She laughs, a derisive sound that makes me burn hotter than a damn supernova. “Coward.”

That fucking word puts a bullet in my rationality that is almost nonexistent in her presence. Swerving the car to the side, I cut the engine and lean in close.

“Say that again and see what happens.”

Neither of us is good at backing off from a challenge. The air thickens with intensity, heavy with all this suppressed desire, and I almost choke on it as our eyes lock. That invisible cord between us sizzles with tension. One spark, and it would electrify us.

She trails a nail down my chest, leaving a scorching fire behind. “Coward.”

My sanity short-circuits, the pieces fried away and lost forever.

I drag her over the center console, and she ends up on my lap. With one hand, I cup the back of her neck while the other rests on her ass, grabbing her cheek. This girl is perfection. A beautiful damnation. The only one I have ever truly wanted.

I slam my mouth against hers, groaning as I finally feel her lips against mine. It’s so divine that I think I experience heaven.

She lets out a moan my starved being feeds off. My tongue traces the contour of her full lips, and she opens her mouth in invitation. That’s it. Every flimsy thread of control disintegrates. I plunge in, and her sweet taste, mixed with tequila, intoxicates me. Tasting, devouring, conquering, I won’t stop until she gasps for air and I get my fill. I groan, painfully aware that could never happen. It’s an urgent, passionate kiss, our tongues tangling as our lips move with a hunger that only the other’s taste can satiate.

My father cured me of all potential addictions, but he never anticipated her. Neither did I.

Her hands grip the ends of my hair, tugging at it. If I could feel pain, it would surely hurt. That’s what she wants, but it only proves her desperation for me. She wants to feel what I do to her, to hurt me like I hurt her. But her absence was the worst pain of all.

“Look at you, Silver. You’re burning for me. You come undone just by my mouth while in my arms. And no fucker on this planet could make you feel like that,” I say through a kiss. My cock hardens to the point that my vision blackens.

“I won’t rest until I find someone.”

I growl as I take her mouth again and pour every broken piece into her, making her feel what she does to me. How she unravels me.

When the kiss ends, we both gasp for some much-needed air. She has a glazed-over expression, and her full lips glisten. It was me who put that look on her face. It was my mouth that kissed her like that. Me and no one else.

With every second we stare at each other, she wakes from her trance. Scooting back into her seat, she scowls. “I don’t remember giving you permission to kiss me.”

“When the fuck did I need it? Wanna start now?”

“Your self-assuredness and arrogance are unparalleled.”

“Stating facts, Silver.”

“Why do you insist on calling me that? Yes, I have silver eyes. Still, use my name.”

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