AVALINE

He swiped a thumb across my lips and brushed against my slit suggestively. I would’ve bucked up high trying to chase that touch if he hadn’t pinned my hips down.

“That’s too controlling, Czar. It’s not healthy.”

“The only nourishment I need comes from controlling your life, Poet.”

I swallowed hard.

“Why?” I asked. “Why were you jealous? Do you want me, Czar?”

I finally found the strength to lower my hands. I cradled his face in my palms. His jaw clenched under my ...