When I feel Connor lift his head to look at him, I can feel his rage like a cold draft that puts this winter weather to shame, and I know what I would find if I angled my head enough to see his face.
“Do remember that she will not be able to save you again, which translates to watch your f*****g mouth and actions.” His voice is hard and cutting, and I can feel his lethal power writhing and rippling off of him between us. “It’s also not in your favor to bring up a s****l encounter that only left you sated." At this, I whirl to look at him and find rage, unfiltered and burning, roiling in his eyes. But his voice is stone-cold. And mother above, I love it. Even though I probably shouldn't. Even though it probably makes me an even more awful human being. And I could devour him right here in
