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."

meet his. Once 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

dream about it. I dream about you feeding from

you." He said he seemed

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

disappointment; a part of me felt

exactly how I felt. He brushed my silver hair aside, exposing my neck, and my breath hitched as I realized what he was about to

was... pleasure. The tension I had felt earlier melted away, my whole body

gone, discarded without hesitation. His fangs still buried deep in me, he guided me toward the bed. Only then did he

his irises were rimmed with a sharp circle of red. His clothes came off even faster. I barely had time to take in the sheer perfection of the man before me before he spread my legs,

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,

my lips, this time more

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