After asking Vivienne, a soul-reaper, to do a job for his demon, Asher explores the strange way his touch affects the only woman ever to drive him crazy. The story is told from her POV.
“What does it feel like, when I touch you?”
His question catches me off guard. “A forbidden temptation. An illicit ecstasy.” The words fall out in a rush of truth.
Both of his hands are on me now. One is tangled in my hair. The other is underneath my jacket and sweater, pressed against the skin on the small of my back. I’m held in place. Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, I couldn’t leave.
“And when I stop?” His breath tickles my lips as his forehead rests on mine.
“Desperate anguish.” My body responds to his. It wants to be closer than clothes and decency will allow.
He growls, affected by me too. “You told me that I hurt you, that touching me hurts you.”
“It does. I suffer.” My amber eyes lock onto jet black and then hazel. “Every time.”
He wets his lips as he cups my chin in his hand, forcing my head back. I know what he wants. I know what he’s going to do. I just can’t figure out why. And right now, I don’t care.
Except I do care and all of the reasons I said no the first time come crashing in, the most important one counting on me in this moment.
“Vivienne,” Asher whispers, his lips grazing my nose.
"David,” I say, my heart breaking for the betrayal I’m causing him.
Like a tidal wave or a flash flood, icy air rushes into my lungs, shocking my system. I have no concept of how long I lie flat on my back in the leaves and dirt, staring at the grey sky overhead, or how many times I beg, coax, and try to force my body to move.