CHAPTER 44. COMPLETELY LOST MY SOUL
I could already feel the darkness crawling through me, a sentient shadow weaving itself into the double helix of my DNA. The fog that descended over my senses wasn't just lust; it was a heavy, suffocating blanket of supernatural need. It felt like liquid fire was being poured directly into my veins, replacing my blood with something volatile and scorching.
He spread my legs wide, his grip on my thighs bruising and possessive, holding me tightly against the mattress. He didn't let me go; he pinned me there, a butterfly displayed for his consumption. I watched through half-lidded eyes as he moved his head down, the scruff of his jaw tracing a scratchy, igniting path against my inner thighs.
Once he reached my center, the world tilted on its axis. My bod
