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Lena wasn’t sure if she should jump between them or run for cover. The aggression in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife.
“Lena,” Dorian held his hand out and she came to him willingly. He pulled her close to his chest and inhaled deeply. “What did you tell her, Lucian?”
“Only about the curse.”
“Which one?”
“There’s more than one?” Lena was gonna need a notebook for all this shit.
“There’s only one,” Lucian pressed. “Don’t let him make you think otherwise.”
“Get out.”
“Dorian, I—”
“Get. Out!”
Lucian looked like he’d just been kicked in the balls. With his brow pinched, eyes pained, he licked his lips and nodded slowly. “Fine, Reaper. Dig your own goddamn grave.” He marched out and slammed the front door shut.
Lena’s fingers curled around Dorian’s and she turned to look at him. “I think—”
He crushed his mouth to hers and burned all thoughts from her mind.
Chapter 22
He shouldn’t be kissing her. It was the best and worst idea all wrapped up in firm muscles, soft skin, and a sigh that lingered on the tip of her tongue, which Dorian happily worshipped with his mouth.
Kissing this woman was like driving a stake through his own shriveled heart. It was freeing and aching at the same time.
A fire blazed in his veins, consuming him entirely. He deepened their kiss, starved for more of her.
When he’d woken in his room earlier and heard Lucian and Lena talking, he had tried putting his head back together. Get his priorities straight. Attempt to collect his mangled morals and make some sense of this mess. He failed miserably.
All Dorian wanted was to get his hands on her again. Smell her scent. See her face. Feel her skin just to confirm this wasn’t some grand nightmare sent by the universe to destroy him.
But devastation had more than one clever game to play. What hadn’t killed him as a child, surely left him ruined as a grown male. He spilled some of his story to her in that shower earlier. Lost in a foggy, fevered trance, he’d told her a little of his life back then.
But she needed to know more of it. All of it.
“Dorian,” Lena whispered, cupping his face and pulling back from his mouth.
He wasn’t ready yet. “No.” He crushed his mouth to hers again and ate her next moan. Please give me this, he silently begged.
She owed him nothing, he knew that, but it didn’t matter. He was a depraved bastard who lived in the gutters too long to climb out of them now. Knowing he would drag her down with him, selfish though it was, he desperately wanted just one fucking evening of pure bliss.
“One night,” he pleaded against her lips. “One night with you and I’ll die knowing I attempted to claim some small bit of happiness with you before accepting defeat.” He sounded pathetic and didn’t care. He needed this too badly to care.
And if she didn’t want to kiss him, fine, he could put his mouth to use on other parts of her body.
Lena pulled away from him again. “Lucian said—”
Dorian hissed against her collarbone. “Don’t say his name right now.” The only name on her lips should be his.
“Dorian.” She sighed when he kissed across her throat column and licked the vein in her neck.
He wanted to sink his teeth into her so badly, his teeth hurt. “I want to taste you.”
She placed her hand on the nape of his neck and he froze. The feel of her hand there…. The sensation of someone forcing his head where they wanted it to go, made his instincts flare with aggression. Dorian squeezed his eyes shut and focused on exactly who had control of him right now.