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."

again, he knew exactly what I wanted. 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 both beautiful and terrifying-they scared me just

about you feeding from me. I even

do that to you." He said he seemed

You do it

in the other

ex

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

my disappointment; a part of me

me easily; he knew exactly how I felt. He brushed my silver hair aside, exposing my neck, and my breath hitched as

then, all I felt was... pleasure. The tension I had felt earlier melted away, my whole body heating up.

guided me toward the bed. Only then did he pull away. I missed him the moment he did-

even

gets me moaning his name. My fingers dig into his back, maybe drawing blood, but that too is a turn-on for him. The next thrust is even harder, going deeper. He is huge and hard, filling me up completely. His palms wrap around

my lips, this time

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