Haunting-Adeline

anything else but how much I want him to kiss me, touch me, and claim me
as his, over and over un l I’m too delirious to fight any longer.
“You like to pretend,” he observes, a touch of amusement in his tone.
“Maybe I’m not,” I retort.
“Maybe you’re in denial.”
I ghten my lips, refusing to answer.
He smiles knowingly, and the sight is devasta ng. While I’m busy having
a mini heart a ack, he pulls me in close, wrapping one arm around my
waist while his other hand cups the back of my neck. His minty breath fans
across my face, caressing my lips like a light breeze in the spring.
“What are you feeling right now?” he asks so ly.
My breathing escalates. “Confined.”
“Trapped?” he volleys back. My mouth ghtens because while a part of
me wants to say yes, the truth is that I don’t.
I feel… safe.
Protected.
Treasured.
“One day, you will realize that you are not trapped in a prison,” he
murmurs roughly. “You are in my church where I am your God, and you are
my equal. I’m not a jail, li le mouse, I am your sanctuary.”
My mouth dries. The p of my tongue darts out, we ng my bo om lip
and swiping across his lips. Just a brush, but enough to light a spark. An
answering growl arises as I ask, “Does that make me a goddess?”
He pulls me impossibly closer, his lips now pressed against mine lightly.
“Baby, you rule the fucking kingdom, and I will gladly bow to you.”
I let him ensnare my lips between his in a vicious kiss before pulling
away, my breath le behind. He goes to recapture them and growls when I
evade him once more. Keeping my mouth dangerously close, I whisper
against his tongue, “Prove it.”
“Mmm,” he hums, the sound of a beast growling from the depths of
darkness. “I do love ge ng on my knees for you,” he murmurs, nipping at
my lips playfully. This me, he’s the one to evade me, instead bi ng and
licking un l I’m bristling with need.
He only teases for a few moments before his mouth is crashing on to
mine. The inferno in my body escapes from my throat and ignites our