“I want us to fuck.” Revandrel growled at last. “What do you have to say about that?”
My stomach flipped violently. “I do not think I have ever heard it said quite like that before.”
He shrugged, unapologetic. “I am not one to lie or cajole, nor do I beat about the bush. I did not rehearse this in the mirror.”
My fingers curled tightly into the mattress, my eyes never leaving him. This absurdly compelling male who always found a way to say all the wrong things and stir all the wrong feelings.
Who would have thought the boy I once wanted dead for the crime of existing would one day make me feel so alive merely by standing there?
His demeanor, his fury, his sharp tongue, his mere presence, all of it roused something in me that nothing else ever did.
Our fights and arguments stoked e
