Sacrifice Me: The Darkness (Episode 3) Read Free Page B

us?
    My mouth went dry while other parts of me grew wet
with need.
    Just touch me , I begged with my eyes. I
thought I might die of anticipation.
    “Tell me I’m wrong to feel this way,”
he said. “Tell me you’re only here because I forced you
to be here and that if you could, you would walk right out that door
and go back to your normal life before you ever found this place.”
    “I can’t,” I said. Whatever I
thought I wanted before now, I knew I couldn’t walk away. Not
just because of the danger or because I wanted the truth about my
mother. I was here because of him.
    “You have no idea how much I wish you
would,” he said.
    His words burned me. How could someone want me to
stay and want me to go at the same time? How could he stand here
teasing me like this? Telling me he wanted me, too, but that I could
never have him?
    “Then tell me to go,” I said. “Or
tell me you’ll never let anything happen between us and that
I’m stupid for wanting you. But don’t stand here like
this and tell me you won’t kiss me because of your own pride or
some arbitrary rule you set for yourself long before I walked through
your door.”
    I don’t know where I’d found the
courage to tell him what I was feeling, but the words poured out of
me.
    “I don’t like to play games,” I
said. “So, if you’re going to kiss me, you’d better
do it before I go insane from being this close to something I can
never have.”
    He didn’t move at first. His breaths were
fast and shallow, and his eyes darkened.
    Then, with a swiftness that made me gasp, he moved
the edge of the jacket aside and grabbed my hip with his hand,
pulling my body toward his.
    His other hand moved up behind my neck, both
gentle and strong at the same time. A low moan rumbled in his chest
as he dipped his head toward me, his kiss finally landing on my lips
with a fire that ignited an even deeper need inside me.
    My hands circled his neck and I lifted onto my
toes, wanting to be closer, always closer. My fingers slid up the
back of his neck, gripping his hair as his fingers dug into my hip.
    Our lips and tongues met and parted, joining then
drawing back, opening and closing in rhythm as we explored our first
taste of each other.
    His thumb moved back and forth against the bare
skin at my waist as his hips pushed against mine.
    Passion erupted beneath the surface of my skin,
his every touch, every kiss, setting off a wave of fireworks deep
inside me. God, I never knew a man could make me feel this way. I
never wanted it to end.
    All I wanted was more.
    A deep moan escaped Rend’s lips and he
pulled himself away from my kiss, pressing his forehead against mine,
his hands still holding me with passionate force.
    “I shouldn’t be doing this,” he
said between breaths. “I’m supposed to be protecting you,
not putting you in greater danger.”
    “How does kissing me put me in danger?”
I asked, moving one hand slowly down his neck and around to his face.
    I wanted to touch every part of him until he was
mine by memory.
    “You have no idea what kind of man I really
am,” he said. “If you knew, you wouldn’t open
yourself up to me like this.”
    I thought about what the other girls in the
dressing room had said. How he was known for tearing men in two with
his bare hands. Maybe I should have been afraid of him, but fear was
the last thing on my mind.
    He moved his hands from my body, and I nearly
whimpered at the loss of his touch. He shook his head, then slipped
out of my grasp, turning from me.
    That’s when we both noticed the orb of
light. It’s dim amber glow had been amplified to a bright
sunlight.
    “How did you do that?” he asked.
    I laughed. “Me? I didn’t do anything.”
    “I could never create a light this bright,”
he said. He moved his hand under the orb and moved it toward us.
    I giggled, watching the light. Had I made it
brighter?
    But then my eyes opened to the space around us. My
heart nearly stopped as I looked down