“If the choice is between me dying and you dying, there is no choice.”
“You think I’ll be better off, don’t you?” Ginny said slowly. “You’re still chained in that room, sentencing yourself to death so I won’t have to spend my life keeping you alive.” His flexing jaw told her she was at least partially correct. “Dammit, Jonas. I made that decision myself and you’re not respecting it. You’re not respecting me.”
Appearing agonized, he turned Ginny and pressed her against the door, planting a fist hard above her head. “I revere you,” he said, mouth against her ear. “But I will not do it. Not when there’s a chance I could save us with my vow of fealty and leave you human.”
His firmness told Ginny she’d been defeated. And that defeat allowed the imminent fear of losing him to penetrate. It shook the ground beneath her feet and made her ache. If this was the last time she saw Jonas, she wouldn’t waste a single second. Lifting her chin a notch, she reached between them and untied her robe, shifting her shoulders until it fell from her body and pooled on the ground. “If that’s your decision, then make love to me like it’s the last time. It might be.”
Jonas stiffened against her, his hands dropping to her hips, hesitating before cradling them. “Is it your intention to shatter me?”
“No, it’s my intention to make us feel whole,” she managed, her bones already liquefying from one simple touch. “Give me something to remember you by.”
“Ginny.”
Before he could say more, she pulled his face toward hers for a kiss. His lips were stiff at first, but she made an entreating sound in her throat and he shuddered in response, flattening her body between him and the door, his mouth slanting over hers with a jagged groan. His surrender paired with Ginny’s desperation was a match being thrown on a powder keg. They exploded into movement, his fingers twisting in the sides of her panties, yanking and shoving them down. They slipped down her ankles and she kicked them off, never breaking the kiss.
She couldn’t.
He was consuming, and he consumed. Stealing her breath and storing it inside his body greedily, keeping her alive with strokes of his tongue and massaging hands that seemed to land everywhere. Her hips, her waist, her bare breasts.
When his thumbs smoothed over her erect nipples, she broke away with a whimper, only given a split second to suck down oxygen before he was kissing her furiously again. “This is not calm,” he growled, pressing their foreheads together. “I am not calm.”
“If I was like you,” she whispered against his mouth, “you could take me as hard as you wanted—”
Eyes flaring like burnished jewels, he cut her off with his mouth, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth as if memorizing every corner. Flames kissed every sensitive spot on her body, nerve endings sizzling. Even with her eyes closed, she could sense the lights in the bathroom dimming and brightening and the proof of Jonas being affected heightened her need. Made it wild.
Craving even more proof, of the physical variety, she trailed a hand down his naked chest, encountering his hard shaft where it swelled free of his sweatpants waistband, straining against his stomach. Through the soft material, she molded him in her hand. His hips thrust in response, throwing her hard against the door and knocking the wind out of her. And for the first time, she took seriously the threat of his physical strength having the ability to injure her.
“Christ,” he said thickly, releasing her mouth, but still undulating his lower body toward her touch, as if compelled. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” She shook her head while pushing the sweatpants down his hips, her body in pain without him as close as possible. As close as possible. “No, but we should probably slow down,” she said in a gasping rush of tangled words.
“You’re saying one thing and encouraging another,” he muttered, boosting her up against the door, leaving her feet several inches above the ground. He dropped his mouth to her breasts, licking a path between her nipples before sucking on each one deeply, his cheeks hollowing in a way that turned her instantly wet. Ready. Needy.
Her thighs wrapped around his hips automatically, her toes digging into his taut backside. No choice but to cling, squeeze him between her legs. Her core was so sensitive, so exposed. “Jonas, Jonas, Jonas.”
“You don’t want to make love, Ginny.” His teeth raked over her nipple, tonguing the sting while he made blistering eye contact. “You want to fuck, don’t you?”
That word coming from his perfect lips blew lusty sparks at her already overwhelming hunger. “I think so. Yes?”
“You’re a little furious at me, is that why?” He worked his hard sex against the damp juncture of her thighs, his jaw slackening over the friction. She knew, because she felt the incredible slide and grind of it, too. “You want to send me off knowing you’re angry, so I’ll try harder to come back and make up.”