Nyx's POV
I grabbed his face and pulled him back to me, kissing him again before he could ask questions I didn't want to answer. If this was happening, I would make sure he felt it. Every ounce of my rage and my want, tangled together until I couldn't tell them apart.
His hands were everywhere, running up my sides, cupping my breasts, pinching my n*****s until I sucked in a sharp breath against his mouth. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin.
"Warrick." I was panting, writhing against him. "Please."
"Please what?" He kissed along my collarbone, then lower, until his mouth closed over my n****e. He sucked hard, and I arched up off the bed.
"Touch me. I need—I need you to touch me."
"I am touching you." But he was smiling against my
