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One day, she would be an inferno, and he would be the devil who controlled it.
"Eyes, flamma."
He'd come. He'd come for her. He'd killed for her.
His lips came to her cheek, his tongue darting out to lick her tears,
"I didn't think you'd come," she whispered in the space between their lips, her body overcome with the emotions she'd felt in the last few minutes. His gaze intensified, and he leaned down, speaking right against her mouth, his words brushing her lips but barely, so close she felt them on her skin, a promise and the threat all in one sentence both claiming and capturing her. "I'll always come for you."
He wasn’t the best-looking man she had seen. No, she had seen many, many more beautiful men.
Oh thats a first i think?
“Afraid of me, flamma?”
“Won’t you give me your voice? Even if I give you your answer?”
“You’re worse than these monsters.
Uhmm what?
“If I stay away from you, you’ll miss me, flamma.”
'Your voice makes my atoms sing.’
Before she could respond, a voice, his voice, dryly inserted a sharp comment. “Your heart won’t be able to handle more than one, Landon.”
But she could see the darkening of his pupil in his lighter eye,
“I have plans for tonight and you’re ruining them, flamma.”
“Are you angry, flamma?”
“The world isn’t ready to see who I would become if this—” his thumb pressed on her pounding pulse “—ever stops.”
“She’s not worth it, Blackthorne.” “Yes, she is,”
“Do you want me to cut his hand off or burn it?”
“Good girl.”
“It’s just us. It’s always just been us. Focus on me.”
“Do you like my touch?”
“Mine.”
“Your trust, flamma, is the most addictive drug.”
“I won’t give you more of it,”
“You will. Every atom in your body sings for me too.”
Yet, he stayed with her.
It was real. And whatever it was, it was his. He didn’t care if she had this effect on any other human. He would eradicate them all until he was the only one left standing, if that was the case.
He was going to test her trust, take every little ounce that she
had in her capacity, until her body, her mind, her fucking soul believed in how important she was. She was it. She was the reason.
Soft-hearted little fool, but his fool.
“Touch her and you die,” he remarked quietly. “Touch her worse, die worse. It’s a simple thing, isn’t it? I don’t know why you didn’t understand it.”
“Each time you happen to me all over again.” —Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence
'I'll always come for you.'
“Look at me!”
“Open your eyes, flamma.”
“Live for me and I’ll tell you,”
“You have many wishes left in you, flamma, and I will lay every single one of them at your feet. Just keep fucking breathing, got that?”
He finished pulling the belts tight so she couldn’t move and gripped her face, making her focus for one second on his devilish mismatched eyes. “You have been, you are, and you will always be my only obsession, Luna Caine.”
Too fucking close. He had almost lost her, and for the first time in his memory, something livid lay breathing in his chest. Emotions weren’t something he felt, but he was feeling.
It couldn’t have her, nothing could have her, not until he released his claim.
Her life wasn’t hers to take.
She moaned in pain, the sound clear in his earpiece through hers, and the vibrations of the sound rippled down his forearms, the sweet aftertaste filling his mouth. He had missed that. He’d missed her. And he'd almost lost her. That wasn't okay. That wasn't in the vicinity of okay.
And after what they had done, The Syndicate was going to fucking burn.
“I know you, flamma,” he reminded her. “The deepest desires of your heart, the softest secrets of your soul, the meanest moments in your mind. I know them all, I own them. Every desire, every secret, every thought.”
“You weren’t here.”
and Nikki wanted to fuck him. Had she already fucked him?
dont piss me off now
She wouldn’t be fucking suicidal if she had friends and family in the first place.
sorry what? how invalidating to suicidal people w family and friends...
“I... laughed,” she murmured, still stunned. “Do it again.” “What?” “I want to hear it again.”
“What are you doing?” “Making you laugh again.” With that, he began to prod the side of her ribs in quick motions that made her squeal and struggle to get away from him, sensations buzzing on her skin. He was tickling her. The feared Shadow Man was tickling her.
For a moment, she saw something like satisfaction cross his eyes before his face went neutral again.
