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."

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 as

about you feeding

He said he seemed

You do it to

the

ex

you. It has disadvantages, Aliya. The more you are fed from, the more you want it, and I can't take chances...

disappointment; a part

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

fangs. The pain was too brief to register- but then, all I felt was... pleasure. The tension I had felt earlier melted away, my whole body heating up. A deep, unfamiliar ache settled within me, and I could feel the wetness between my legs as

in me, he guided me toward the bed. Only

red. His clothes came off even faster. I

moaning his name. My fingers dig into his back, maybe drawing blood, but that too is a turn-on for him. The next thrust

kissed my lips, this

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