Page 66 of Burn for Her
Himself… and ultimately Lena.
No one else. No ghost. No memory. No one.
She squeezed the back of his neck and tipped her head, rubbing her cheek against his. “How is this possible?” she whispered. “How can I feel this way when I don’t—”
He kissed her again, this time grabbing her ass, hauling her up and carrying her back to his bedroom. She’d just seen him at his lowest point. His worst. Dorian wanted to show her his best before it was too late.
“Our curse makes it so we’re in constant longing,” he said against her mouth. Letting her feet gently hit the floor, he kept his gaze locked on hers, “Fuck, how I’ve longed for you, Lena.” He reached behind her back and unzipped her red dress. Her skin felt like fire and he wanted to burn.
Lena stared up at him, bewildered. “How is this possible?”
He didn’t know, nor did he fucking care. He’d fought this exact thing for as long as he’d drawn breath and now, facing his doom, Dorian wanted to live a thousand lives with her in one evening. Leave his mark on her so no one dared touch her even after he no longer prowled this earth.
For if he must, he’d find a way to crawl back to her even from his hellish grave and protect her even in death. No grave, or ash, could keep him away from her even in death. He’d find a way back to Lena… and maybe then, he’d be worthy of her.
“One night,” he said as he slipped her dress down her shoulders and kissed the dip in her throat. “That’s all I’ll beg for, even though I don’t deserve it.”
“I’m owed three.” Her lips quirked into a playful smile. “As my host from The Wicked Garden, I’m owed three nights.”
I might not have three nights left in me, he thought. But he would try. Damn him, he’d fucking try. Flicking his wrist, candles ignited around his room. Lena gasped.
“Parlor tricks,” he shrugged.
“What else can you do?”
Kill, maim, dismember. “I’m not a host there. I’ve no talents in pleasuring a woman the way they do at The Wicked Garden.”
Lena pulled back from him and he got a good look at the lacey number she wore under her red dress. Holy Hell, she was so beautifully built. Sinful, scrumptious, and sweet.
“How do you know what kind of pleasure I enjoy, Dorian?” Her dark brow arched. Damn, how he loved that challenging glare on her. “You never did read my file.”
He bit the inside of his lip and let blood rush into his mouth. Swallowing, he said, “Are those bruises from a lover?”
“No.” She ran her hands down her breasts and traced the lace around to her back. Unhooking her bra, the pathetic covering dropped to the floor between them. “I like to hit things.”
“Hit things?” He pressed into her, letting her feel how hard he was. “Things that hit back, I presume.”
“Only if I haven’t knocked them out first.” She reached up and nipped his earlobe. “Don’t worry, I win more than I lose.”
But he was worried. Who the hell was she fighting against? Who could hurt her in so many places and she not mind? He wanted to rip the arms off whoever made those marks on her. “Who?” Or what?
“Can you keep a secret?” she whispered.
Dorian clenched his jaw and nodded.
“Me too.” Lena eased back on the bed and spread her thighs, not giving him the answer he wanted.
His gaze deadlocked on the wet spot in her panties.
“You like pain with your pleasure?” Dorian dropped to his knees and crawled over to her.
“That’s what I came here to find out.”
Fuuuuck. That she hadn’t experienced such things before him, cranked his ass up to dangerous heat levels. His dick twitched and mouth watered. Snagging a blade from his bedside table—he kept weapons everywhere—Dorian dragged the edge across his pec. He showed her exactly what pain did for him by grabbing his hard cock and stroking it through his pants.
Her lust smothered the damn air. If Dorian had any reservations about how dark to go with her, they just disintegrated. “You can have your way with me. I don’t care what you want to do. Do it and I’ll fucking come so hard I’ll likely hit the ceiling with the mess I make.”
Lena’s eyes widened. Then her mouth formed an adorable o-shape. Then she laughed. “Have you no shame?”