Iris's Pov.His fingers dug into my skin, testing my limits, or maybe his. I wasn't sure. He wanted me to scream, to push him away but I couldn't do that. I stayed and took everything he gave me. I was on the verge of passing out when his grip loosened, forcing me forward to meet his lips with mine—an overwhelming, intoxicating, inexplicable feeling.My brain was screaming at me to push him away and run but I muted that voice, kissing him harder instead because I knew that I was just as crazy as this man.He kissed me as I've never been kissed before like he's never kissed me before. As if he were burning for me, dying for me, needing me more than air. His hands roamed my face, caressing it, squeezing it, absorbing my breath.“If you think I'm someone to be feared now, you're not prepared to see the kind of man I'll become if that bastard so much as comes near you.” His hand gripped my face and I cried into his lips. “The world is not ready for the kind of horror I'll unleash.”He kis
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