"You want me, right?"
Omar's question lingered in Nathaniel's mind. His tone was calm yet demanding, forcing an electric shiver down Nate's spine.
Nathaniel felt Omar's hot breath on my neck and gulp down the feeling right away. The darkling's forceful gaze meets his and he feels his heart skip a beat. The devil was gorgeous but intimidating.
His mind was a mess, unable to construct a single sentence as a response. 'No,' was what he wanted to say. Omar wasn't his to desire, the male was fragile at the moment, it felt wrong to think of him as intimately as Nathaniel viewed him. Yet it couldnt be helped.
"Do you want me?" Omar's sizzling voice inquired.
"Yes," Nathaniel found himself saying. It was wrong and he knew it but he couldnt say no to Omar. The man was already hurt as it was, he wasn't about to add to the man's pain by rejecting his advances.
