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tasted like sugar, like melted candy on my tongue as I savored her. My craving for her, the one I’d tamed over the years, grew, as I pulled her to me and thrust my hips. Seeking relief, I rubbed against her, her body feeling better than anything I’d ever felt … even with our clothes between us.
    I wanted her.
    Hell, I’d always wanted her.
    Over the years, in my mind, every girl I’d climbed inside had been Nicole.
    My Nicole.
    The only girl to ever tame me, and she was clueless about it.
    She was leaving me, and I wasn’t taking it well. I hadn’t been okay with the situation since the day she got her acceptance letter to Juilliard. She was a beautiful dancer, one with grace and limbs that went for days, but knowing she was going to New York alone left a sick feeling in my gut.
    I couldn’t be there for her. I couldn’t protect her from the sick and demented fucks in the world. I’d go wild thinking about the terrible things that could happen to her while she was hundreds of miles away from me. And while I knew how badly she wanted Juilliard, I also knew how badly I wanted her. How badly the desire to keep her safe burned through me on a daily basis.
    She reached between us, palming me through my jeans. Stopping my thoughts completely, her touch caused me to release an agonizing growl into her mouth. I’d had women … too many, actually, but none of them had ever touched me this way. Their fingers had never graced my dick, no matter how badly I wanted it. My mind would never allow it.
    It was different with Nicole.
    It had always been different with her.
    My fingers covered hers, pressing her palm harder against me as I thrust myself into her hand, seeking what I knew I could never have with her. Every second I touched her, I darkened her with my shadowed sin.
    Clarity broke through my lust and slammed into me. Tension crawled down my back, tightening my spine and making my entire body stiffen.
    It was wrong.
    Everything we were doing was wrong.
    Her mother and father had taken me in, made me a part of their perfect family, and given me a life I would’ve never gotten without them. If it weren’t for them, I would’ve grown up on the streets, begging for food with only the clothes on my back, and this was how I was repaying them.
    By touching their only daughter.
    By tainting her with my blackness.
    The broken sickness I was born with could be contagious, and the last thing I ever wanted to do was pass it to her—contaminate her perfection. If I ever climbed inside her, she’d never be the same. Her light … I’d extinguish it, bringing her into my darkness. That was the last thing I wanted since Nicole’s light had always been a beacon for me, leading me to do the right thing when the right thing was the last thing I wanted to do.
    Bad decisions were in my blood—passed down from a father who ruined me—and touching Nicole was the worst decision I’d ever made. The addiction was instant, and I knew one day I’d overdose on her. Just like my father and his heroin except with more pleasure and more pain.
    I pulled back, my body and heart feeling her loss the second I pushed her away.
    “Fuck!” I cursed, as I gasped and rubbed roughly at my lips, trying to rid myself of her taste.
    I’d never be able to walk away with her flavor on my lips. My craving would never let it happen.
    She moved toward me, and I held my hand out to keep her away. I was too weak for her. I’d always been too weak for her.
    Her big blue eyes stared up at me, full of trust and lust. Her white blond hair spilled from her bun, curtaining her beautiful face and skimming her flawless skin. She was everything, and I was nothing. The two could never mix.
    Rage and disgust slammed into me.
    How could I touch her?
    How could I taint her perfection with my sin?
    “That shouldn’t have happened,” I breathed, trying to catch the air she’d stolen away from me.
    “Why not?” she asked, her cheeks flushed and her lips reddened