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Chapters (51)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Map
  4. Dedication
  5. GENESIS INSTITUTE GUILDS
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  49. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  51. IMAGE DESCRIPTIONS

A moment passes when all that can be heard is our ragged breathing, and then we give in at the same time. I reach for him as he presses forward, grasping my hand and restraining it above my head against the wall, then leaning in to kiss up my neck. His fingers curve around my throat, and I gasp as he tightens his grip, the metal of his rings pressing into the soft flesh. His mouth trails up to nip at my ear, and everywhere we touch is on fire. Not the licking flames of a candle, but the destructive blaze of a forest in flames. I feel parts of my body reacting, parts of me that I never even knew existed until this moment, now all deliciously aflame. My free hand makes its way up the back of his shirt, my nails digging into his solid, muscled back. I can feel his heart hammering through his chest pressed up against my breasts, and I involuntarily buck my hips against his with a delirious whimper.

He speaks, almost in a whisper. “I’ve been with other Sires before; it’s not usually like this. My Ha’i really likes your Ha’i.” And then his hand is on my thigh, hitching my leg up so he can press even closer, making me moan. His open mouth is skimming my cheeks, warming my skin with his gasping breaths as his lips move closer to mine, and I swear I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than this kiss that I know is coming, but I turn my face away at the last second, and his mouth catches the side of my neck instead. He moans in frustration and bites down. I feel each tooth pressing into my skin, as if he’s about to tear into my neck and drink out my soul. It is not a gentle bite. It hurts. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids, which have fluttered closed. I’m dizzy and light, as if all my blood has been replaced with helium. Then his tongue is gently swirling around where he bit me, soothing, causing me to moan again.

“Rafe, stop, we can’t,” I gasp.

He emits an agonized groan but stops and replies breathlessly, “You’re going to kill me.”

“No.” I gently push him away, and surprisingly, he doesn’t resist. I work to catch my breath, then say, “I’m going to walk out of this room… and then I’m going to avoid you.” I woozily wobble to the door, unsure how I’m managing to stay upright. I turn back and add, “And no more touching during training.”

He looks almost drunk as he replies in a breathy voice, “I was wrong.” He grins. “You are totally my type.”

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