Page 142 of That Sik Luv

The kiss is soft. A gentle exploration of each other as tongues intertwine and heavy emotions rise to the surface. His mouth caresses mine with such care, transmitting his affections entirely.

“I feel so much for you, it overwhelms me,” he says between kisses. “Everything.” Another kiss. “All at once.”

“I love you, too,” I smirk against his kiss.

“Mmm, love.” He captures my lips again, his expert tongue sweeping along the length of mine. “Beneath us.”

We kiss until our lips are swollen, and our bodies melt together as we become one again. He slips inside me and we connect until the water has turned cool and our bodies are exhausted from expressing that all-consuming love.

Wakingthenextday,I bite down on my bottom lip, staring at his ridiculously thick lashes resting every so softly against his cheeks. A sliver of sunlight peeking through the heavy drapes illuminates the darkened room surrounding us. He sleeps so thoroughly now. Soundly. As if by killing his demons, we’ve somehow erased the horrors of his tormented past.

But there’s more I need from him. More I want to take as my own.

His hair looks freshly fucked, the dark locks tossed all about on his forehead from fingers threading and endlessly pulling at it last night. His chest heaves a sigh as he reaches out to feel the bed for me, even before his eyes open.

“Briony.”

My chest practically caves in on itself at my name on his lips. He lazily trails a hand down his stomach, and my eyes follow the light dusting of dark hair in the divots of his toned abdomen that leads to my favorite toy beneath those sheets. I see his erection already formed, pressing urgently against the soft fabric.

Before he can reach for me, I hand him the glass of water.

“Drink. Before you dehydrate yourself with the excess fluids you’re losing.”

A half smile forms on his lips as he trails his hand back up his chest and over his hair, tossing it lazily. He props himself on one elbow, taking the drink from me while I grin deviously to myself on the inside. His throat bobs as he swallows the entire glass down, licking his lips of every drop of water that remains.

“Thank you,” he whispers, before placing the glass on the nightstand and laying back down on his back. He grabs my wrist. “Now come sit on your cock.”

I rip my wrist away from him, and he arches a brow. My devilish smile slowly grows on my lips.

His eyes dart around the room as he sits up on the bed before his gaze lands back on me.

“What did you do?” He brings a hand to his forehead, then pinches the bridge of his nose. His eyes squeeze shut, fighting the drowsy feeling I understand all too well.

“Baby,” he warns, his tone dark. “What the fuck did you do?” His hand runs down his face as his breathing intensifies. “What did you give me?” His head becomes heavy and he falls back onto the bed. “What the fuck is happening?”

I lean over the top of his chest, straddling his naked body, smirking my evil smirk down over him as his eyelids grow heavy, his focus faltering.

Leaning over him, my lips graze his ear as I recite the words of a calculated man.

“A rebirth.” I sit up, watching with a satisfied grin as his eyes finally close. “A revival.” I press my soft lips against his relaxed ones.

“An awakening of sorts...”

Like a sedated lion awakening from a heavy tranquilizer, the desire to kill immediately overtakes me before my eyes even have the chance to open.

I practically rip my arms off at the shoulders, pulling at the restraints on my wrists as the fog over my eyes slowly disintegrates and my vision clears.

My body burns with fury and my lip curls in rage, the breaths leaving my lips hot and heavy. I attempt to free myself again, noting she’s shackled both my wrists in thick, black leather cuffs with heavy metal buckles chained to each post of the iron bedframe. My ankles have a similar restraint below. I’m completely naked in the dimly lit room with nothing but the white sheet of our bed beneath me, a rock lamp in the corner emitting a deep, red glow across the space, matching my enraged mood entirely.

I peer around the room before dusting my fingers along the cool iron above me, checking for a key to my escape. Nothing.

“What the fuck is this?” I growl.

Movement from across the room catches my eye.

Briony.

My nostrils flare as I take her in from head to toe. There she stands within the shadows, wearing the hottest little outfit I’ve ever fucking seen. If I didn’t want to slit her fucking throat for putting me in this vulnerable position, I’d voice my appreciation for it.

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