Page 104 of Dark & Dreadful Brutes

Gleam and Coarse slipped into their own room after leaving us at the door to Ravv’s. Though I knew there was a good chance they’d come back in to snuggle up with us later, I figured they knew we needed a few minutes to talk.

Ravv scooped me up and carried me into the bathroom, turning on the shower before stripping the rest of my clothes off. His movements were harsh, and there was frustration evident in the way he’d set his jaw.

I put my hands on his face when he set me down on my feet. We weren’t beneath the water yet, but it rained down off to the side of us. “Just breathe, Ravv.”

“I’m breathing,” he growled back at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Talk, then. Tell me what’s on your mind instead of ripping my clothes off. If you’re angry with me, tell me why. We’re awful at communicating, and we need to fix that if we’re going to survive even just until the eclipse.”

“I’m not angry with you. I’m just…” He let out a rough breath. “Veil, I don’t even know. I’m not ready to talk.”

“Then tell me what I can do to help you.”

“Drink my blood.” He didn’t so much as hesitate, and his gaze went right to my wounds.

They weren’t small, and there were four of them in a row, so I could understand his concern.

But given the massive cut that had started bleeding through the bandage on his side again, I couldn’t do what he wanted.

“Are you going to drink from me first?” I countered.

He scowled at me.

“If you tell me your wound isn’t a big deal one more time, I will castrate you,” I warned.

“You might need my balls someday, mate,” he countered.

“And you might get your ass kicked by my flaming hands if you imply that we’re going to have kids before you even tell me whether or not you want to be with me after the eclipse.”

His lips curved upward the tiniest bit—and then they were on mine, and veil, he kissed me.

My first kiss was nothing compared to the way Ravv’s mouth met mine. He kissed me the way he touched me, like he needed me and would do whatever it took to have me.

My back hit the wall, and he tore my undergarments from my body as his mouth made love to mine. His hands were everywhere—hot, slick, and perfect.

Mine buried into his curls, pulling him closer and tighter as we devoured each other, desperation growing between us.

I wanted more—I wanted him.

All of him.

The thickness of his cock rocked against my clit, and I nearly demanded he strip his shorts off and fill me. Only his mouth on mine stopped me from making the command.

The intimacy of it was all-encompassing.

It was overwhelming, in the absolute best way.

And veil, I never wanted it to end.

When he dragged my mouth to his shoulder and growled at me to bite him, I couldn’t resist the command. My teeth buried in his shoulder, and his cut into mine.

We gasped together at the bliss that filled us both.

Our bodies moved against each other as we drank, our souls seeming to intertwine.

But it wasn’t enough.

I wanted more.

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