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He didn’t grin or make a joke—no, an intensity filled his eyes that made me shiver. “And you, Fern Honeycutt, make me feel so many fucking things, things I never thought were possible.”

I wanted that to be true—so fucking badly.

“Kiss me.” The words fell from my lips before I knew they were coming, but I didn’t take them back. I didn’t want to.

This was so incredibly selfish of me, but I couldn’t help myself. I missed him holding me, touching me, looking at me the way only he could. Relic was the only being who had ever made me feel this way, like I was more than just a broken mess.

He was too lovely, too perfect, too handsome, too strong—just too fucking everything—to resist.

I almost expected him to deny me, to tell me no, to say I didn’t know what I was asking for, or that I was too fragile or confused.

He didn’t. He growled so low that I felt it in my belly. Hooking me around the waist, he hauled me off my feet, one muscled arm holding me up and tight against him. His other hand went to the back of my head, his fingers thrusting into my hair, and dragged his nose up my throat, scenting me roughly. Shivers slid through me a moment before he tipped my head back, and his mouth came down on mine.

Every part of me came alive.

I was wanted. At this moment, I was truly wanted.

And I was safe in Relic’s arms.

ChapterTwenty-Three

FERN

Curlingmy arms around his neck, I hung on tight as he kissed me—no, devoured me. One hand on my ass, holding me in place, the other still in my hair, tilting my head to the side so he could kiss me deeper, harder. Not like I was broken or weak, but like he truly saw me, beyond all the fractures and jagged edges, like he would die if he stopped.

He kissed me until my head spun, until I was panting and slick between my thighs. I ached for him—so badly.

“More,” I said, hooking my thighs around his thick waist. “Touch me.”

He spun, planting me on the bed. “Tell me where you want me to touch you, baby.”

I dragged my shirt off, and he lifted up, giving me room so I could toss it aside. I unhooked my bra, dropping it as well, and his glowing gaze dipped to my chest. He licked his lips before sliding his hand up my waist, curling his fingers around my breast. He squeezed in a way that I really fucking liked before he swiped his thumb over my nipple. I sucked in a breath.

“You want me to kiss you here?”

I nodded enthusiastically.

He chuckled, and the dark, gritty sound had my nipples puckering even tighter. Dipping his head, he sucked one into his hot mouth, and, gods, my hips bucked off the bed. He tilted his head back so his eyes stayed on me as he sucked and licked and teased me. I thrust my fingers into his long, soft hair and fisted, holding him to me while his other hand slid up my body, and he massaged and toyed with my other nipple.

I was panting, squeezing, and rubbing my thighs together to ease the ache, the deep emptiness. He dragged his hand back down my side and gripped my hip as he kissed my stomach, and his rumbles and growls filled the room as he kissed around my belly button.

Oh my Gods.I gasped.

“You good, Tink?”

I nodded again so fast that I earned another one of those dark chuckles.

“You don’t like something, you want me to stop, you tell me, and I stop.”

“Okay,” I said shakily, hungrily.

I bit my lip, waiting for him to come back up and kiss me again. I wanted him to kiss me again, but instead, he wentlower. I sucked in a breath and held it, freezing.

Was he going to do what I’d seen his brother do to that female in the bar? Heat hit my face, and I tried to slam my thighs closed.

“No,” I panted. “Don’t.”

Relic instantly stopped what he’d been doing. “You don’t want your pussy licked, baby?”

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