“Can you feel it?” I lured him in. His dark eyelashes fluttered at the low and soft lull in my voice. “How fucking angry I am?” I trailed my fingertips lazily along the ridge of his shoulder, and heat sparked against my feathered touch. The sharp inflation of his chest as I lowered my lips to his ear filled the greed of my temper. “You are going to need to drink this, because I don’t know what made you think I would ever allow you to talk to me like that,” I darkly chuckled. “I—I’m. . .” Keahi couldn’t finish his sentence; he was breathing too hard. “Have a good night, my shadow,” I said as I
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