Dark Secrets - Linsey Hall Page 0,35

around me, pressing her heat against my stomach. Again, I shuddered.

There was no way I could resist this.

“Carrow, I want you.” The words were torn from my throat. “More than anything.”

“Yes.” She kissed me hard. “Yes. Now.”

I carried her toward my bedroom, heart pounding.

If we were going to be damned, then we would have this. It didn’t matter if we fell for each other or not—our fate was determined. So damn it, we would have each other tonight.

I reached the bed and lowered her down, trying to treat her as delicately as she deserved. She fisted my shirt, pulling me on top of her.

Her thighs were parted, and I fit perfectly between them. She moaned and arched her back, running her hands over my shoulders and down to my waist.

I yanked my shirt over my head, desperate to feel her hands on my bare skin. Desperate to touch every part of her. Quickly, she tugged her shirt off, taking with it the simple bra beneath.

My gaze riveted to her breasts. “Beautiful.”

She ran her hands over my shoulders, pulling me closer against her. My hips fit perfectly in the V between her legs, and she began to move against me, seeking friction. The pleasure made my breath catch in my throat. I gripped her thighs, drawing away.

In a few swift movements, I had her jeans off. Then her underwear. The sight of her took my breath. I knelt between her thighs, my knees on the floor, and

looked up at her. “May I?”

Eyes wide, she nodded, her golden hair glinting in the light.

I bent my head to her, tasting her. A groan rumbled up through my chest, impossible to stop. Her taste and scent surrounded me, and I fell into it.

Heaven.

It wasn’t long until she was shuddering beneath me, crying out in a way that made me desperate to sink inside of her.

She pulled at my shoulders. “Now, Grey. Please, now.”

I rose, divesting myself of the rest of my clothing as she watched. She dragged me on top of her, the heat of her skin making me dizzy.

A thought tugged, dread uncoiling. “I don’t have protection for you.”

“I’m on birth control.” She wrapped her legs around me, her warmth sending a shudder through me. “Please. Now.”

I hadn’t been with a woman in centuries, so there wasn’t a risk giving Carrow something unsavory.

“Are you sure?” It took everything in me to hold back.

“Yes.” She arched against me, and I groaned.

My resistance crumbled. Her heat and warmth were such a contrast to my cold life, and I’d never wanted anything so badly in all the centuries I’d been alive.

Our bodies joined, and pleasure exploded. It stole through me until there was nothing but the two of us. Together.

Carrow

I woke with the sun on my face and delightfully sore muscles. The bed was empty but not cold. A robe had been laid out for me. I pulled it on, the smooth fabric gliding like water over my skin. It had to be silk.

I found Grey in the living room, a tray of coffee and muffins in front of him.

“Grey,” I began, “about last night—”

He looked up, his icy eyes flashing. “We can’t discuss last night.”

“Um—”

“I can’t, Carrow.”

I blinked at him, confused by the quick about-face. It had been amazing, and he couldn’t even talk about it?

He rose, shoulders tense but eyes soft. As ever, he walked with lethal grace as he approached me. “I will say only this. It was the best night of my miserable existence. But if I can’t have it again—which I can’t, because there is no future in which both of us survive—I do not have the strength to discuss it.”

“Um…” I was completely at a loss for words.

A knock sounded at the door.

The smile he gave me was small but genuine. Sad, too. Then he turned to answer. “That should be Miranda. She’ll have the ingredients we requested.”

He opened the door. As expected, Miranda stood there, along with Eve. Her raven was nowhere to be seen, but she was dressed entirely in dark purple leather that matched her hair.

“Please come in,” Grey said.

The two women entered. Miranda carried a bag to the table and emptied the contents onto the surface.

Grey sat at the table. While he inspected the small bottles, I went to stand at Eve’s side. “How are Mac and Seraphia?”

“Stable, still. They feel like shit, but they’re doing all right.”

I nodded, my heart thundering. We joined Grey and Miranda, and I poured us all coffee.

Miranda took it with