Page 50 of Lovely Violent Things

Her swallow drags along her throat. The anxious flare of her hazel eyes reveals she knows this is the truth. Soon as they pull the prints and DNA from that knife, they’ll come for me.

“So in the five minutes I have with you,” I say, coiling the lock of white around my finger, “I’m not wasting a single one talking.”

“You’re breaking your word…” She trails off.

I lick my lips and smile. “I said I wouldn’t enter your room. I made no promises about enteringanywhereelse.” My gaze roams down her body to make my point.

She presses her palms to my chest. “I can’t let you do this to me.” The pain etched in her face is so beautiful, my chest pangs. “Not yet…”

I clasp her cheeks between my hands and angle her face up to me. “The longer you deny us, the more pain you inflict.” My words fall to her lips in heated assertion. “It’s the balance of two powers, the union of Apollo and Dionysus. It’s cruel and torturous to separate them, and only serves to make us suffer.” I brush my lips over hers in tender beckoning, earning a seductive shiver. “Give in to us, Halen. Let me show you how.”

Her breaths tremble past her lips, her anguish scorching my throat. “I’m terrified.”

In the confines of the dimly lit interrogation room, I bring her braided hair over her shoulder and slip off the hair tie. I push the woven band into her pocket before I grip her waist and lift her into my arms. Then I have her mouth captured in a sensual kiss.

Her throaty little moans vibrate through me, setting me ablaze and making me fucking insane as she threads her fingers into my hair. I crush her harder to me, unhinged at the feel of her deepening the kiss, her tongue slipping over mine to claim her territory, her thighs locked around my hips.

I drink in her fear and heartache and surrender, a fiend demanding more.

Carrying her to the center table, I seat myself on the edge, allowing Halen to straddle me, her arms linked around my neck.

“Fuck. I need to taste you.” I drag the collar of her shirt off her shoulder and trail my mouth over her skin, kissing a needy path to the bite mark I branded in her flesh.

“I don’t want to want you,” she confesses, her voice raw.

“I know,” I say, and press my forehead to hers, our breathing tangled between us. With urgent conviction, I kiss her until I’m feral with desire, until I can no longer feel her confliction in the kiss. “Hate me later. Hell, I’ll even let you punch my face. But right now, I want you sitting on it.”

Holding her to me, I deny her any further debate. I flip her around and place her back to the table surface, where I hover above her. I reach between us and unfasten the clasp of her jeans, rewarded with a seductive flinch from her belly.

She pulls me to her and seals her mouth over mine in a brutal kiss. Goddamn, she gives in so hard, she damn near sucks my soul through her kiss. She bites into my lip, drawing a hint of blood that melds into a mix of pleasure and pain so lovely, I’m lost to her as our movements become frantic, the need unbearable.

Our planets finally fucking align, the conjunction of two heavenly bodies connect, and that rare feeling of harmony is transcendent.

I grip the band on either side at her soft hips and tow her jeans down her thighs. With a grunt, I raise up and yank them the rest of the way down her legs, then grasp the thin fabric of her panties and tear through them, baring her to me. I push her knees into the air and spread her thighs to position her where I want her.

Her body racks with shivers as I lower myself between her thighs, worshipful, savage, and unable to stop as I catch sight of her glistening arousal.

“Te adoro deam.”

“What are you saying?” she asks, voice unsteady.

A sly smile crooks my mouth. “It’s Latin for…” I bite into the fleshy mound above her sweet pussy before I lift my gaze to hers. “I’m going to eat you all up.” Then I claim what’s mine, licking a hard seam up the slit of her slick lips.

I waste no time devouring my muse and suck her clit into the hollow of my mouth, loving the breathy exhales that escape her, the way her belly flutters uncontrollably. I wrap my forearms around her legs and clasp her inner thighs as my tongue delves into the warm center of her perfect pussy.

I savor the sweet taste of her. The feel of the raised sigil hot beneath my fingers. The way she arches her back, hands in my hair. I lavish her clit with my tongue, nip at her soft lips, my hunger stirring at the slight trace of metallic blood that still lingers.

“Break for me,” I whisper over her flesh.

The need to be deep inside her and seal the connection is a demon raking claws over my bones. Her nails tear across my scalp, the pain satisfying as I feel her lose control. I close my mouth over her and revel in her pleasure as she comes. Her orgasm rips through her body and elicits a soft cry.

I reach up and cover her mouth, a curse bit through my clenched jaw as her teeth sink into the web of my hand.

Three quick raps sound at the door, and I growl in protest.

“Oh, god…” Halen latches on to my hand, her nails digging into the back.

With strained effort, I break away and hover above her. “Next time, I won’t stop until it’s my name you scream, sweetness.”

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