Page 62 of Hollow Heart

The combination of steel and silk brushing against my lips.

A shiver runs down my spine as Felix’s lips quiver against mine, almost as if he is afraid.

Consciously, I know I should push him away.

But I can’t.

My entire body responds to his question as I part my own lips, grabbing him by the neck. Felix melts against me like warm butter. My tongue brushes against his piercing, and his shaky breath makes my cock twitch.

I’m overrun with feeling, with sensations that are familiar, but that are new at the same time.

Memories flash in my brain of the woman I loved, and the man she loved.

Isaax.

I was never jealous of her feelings for him.

How could I be when I understood her attraction?

Because I felt it, too.

But I thought it was just the drugs, the alcohol.

But I know as Felixkissesme, both of us stone cold sober, that there is no denying I likethis.

I’m hard as fucking marble and I can’t breathe.

I’m drowning in the Black Sea, and Felix Hart is my fucking rip tide.

I can’t let him pull me under.

I can’t.

I push him away, fighting to give in to the overwhelming desire to grab him, to crush my lips and my fucking cock against him.

“Duncan...” His voice is soft, pleading.

I can hear the pain in it, and I know I’m about to shatter him into a million pieces.

“I can’t do this, Felix,” I mutter, swallowing harshly. “I?—”

Felix reaches out, setting his hand on my neck, forcing me to look at him, and I can’t.

Felix is wrong, I’m not brave. Not by a long shot.

I’m a fucking coward and I always have been.

“I appreciate what you’ve done, but I think... I think you should go.”

I don’t miss the glimmer of sadness, of disappointment in his gaze, and I hate it.

I hate that I’m the reason for it.

How did this get so fucking complicated?

I expect him to argue. To cop an attitude and tell me no one tellshimwhat to do, but to my surprise, he doesn’t fight or argue.

He drops his hand, adjusting his cock—which makes my own throb—and stands, gazing down at me.

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