Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Two

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Two

I stood there for a moment, watching him, aware of every inch between us.

I stepped closer. "Daem-Trian, I..." The words wouldn't come. I wasn't sure if I was afraid of saying them or if I simply didn't know how. So instead, I rose onto my tiptoes reaching for him. But he was too tall, and my lips only grazed his jaw.

I lingered, searching his face, hoping he would understand what I couldn't say.

"For a demon, you have a surprising amount of self-control"

"Every moment with you pushes me closer to losing it."

"Then why didn't you? Why didn't you make a move?"

"After what I did to you, I have no right to touch you."

He bared his fangs, allowing me to touch them. Their tips were so sharp that with just a little more pressure, they could have easily pierced my finger. Like everything about him, his fangs were

you feeding from me. I even

to you." He said he seemed

You do it to

in the other human

ex

I care about you. It has disadvantages, Aliya. The more you are fed from, the more you want it, and

couldn't hide my disappointment; a part of me felt

he read me easily; he knew exactly how I felt. He brushed my silver hair aside, exposing my

was... pleasure. The tension I had felt earlier

in me, he guided me toward the bed. Only then did he

off even faster. I barely had time to take in the sheer perfection of the man before me

into me again, hitting a spot that gets me moaning his name. My fingers dig into his back, maybe drawing blood, but that too

lips,

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