Page 112 of Moth to a Flame

“What makes you think this is a conversation?”

God, it’s humiliating and sexy, talking to his back. Obscenely so. “Tell me.”

“I don’t hear you taking your clothes off.”

“Tell me and I’ll do it.” My heart flutters at his threatening growl. The fear he tries to instill in me is better than any foreplay. Mainly because it works. I am kind of scared. “Please?”

“You really have to ask?” He’s a warrior. A protector. My man, seducing me with his low, gravelly voice. “We both know the answer to that. But I’ll tell you anyway. Our bond is like no other. Wherever you go, Regan, I’ll find you. When I call, you’ll come to me.”

Silence. Except for my heartbeats.

“Is that all?” he asks.

“It is. Yeah.” I had no idea how badly I needed him to say it until I heard the words. “Thank you.”

My shirt and pants and panties go flying behind me. Maybe they’re on the shore. Maybe they’re soaked in salt water.

Can’t bring myself to care.

“Everything’s off?” His voice is meant to come off as detached, but I hear it. The barely contained lust.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He motions for me to come to the space before him. “Come here. Let me look at you.”

We’ve been naked around each other more times than I could count. In bed, in the shower, on every available surface around the house. This is unlike any other time.

He’s debasing me.

All I can think of ismore.

I tread through the water until I’m facing him.

His eyes are darker tonight, the black nearly eating out the whites. Every line on his face is as sharp as a knife. His hands are clasped in front of him.

Landon pins me with a heated glare, but it’s also so cold.

So creepy and so silent and so…

Wow.

I’m melting under his inspection. From the outline of his very hard cock.

He owns my body. My curves and soft breasts. The goosebumps raking my skin and the tattoo he marked me with. I’m not sure if he can see the dampness between my thighs. I hope he does.

That, like everything else, belongs to him.

My hands mimic his posture, folding in front of me. My arms press my breasts together for him.

“Hmm.” His fathomless gaze is fixed on my face. He watches, staring into my eyes. Sending shock after shock of electricity throughout my body. “Very good.”

A relieved exhale rushes past my lips.

After long, stretched-out minutes of this game, I’ve been craving his praise like a drug.

In two, large steps, Landon is in my space, pressing his body to mine. He wraps an arm around my back and walks deeper into the ocean, forcing me to walk backward.

We’re almost at knee level when he stops. My knee, obviously, since he’s so tall.

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