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“I’m not gorgeous,” Jed purrs, though he settles over me on the bed, thighs bracketing mine. It brings him close enough for me to touch, and I do so. My fingertips stroke over the lines that look like they were made by a blade, and I bite my lip. “That’spurely your territory, Saylor.” His hands come up as I touch him, cradling my face between them.

“If I ask, will you tell me?” I murmur, my eyes finding his. “You don’t have to. I mean, it’s none of my business?—”

“I’ll tell you,” he agrees, though he tugs my shirt up and over my head as he says it, leaving me in my bra and borrowed sweatpants. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Haven’t I said that before?” There’s a small crease of a smile on his lips, and he hooks his finger in the front of my bra to pull me toward him. “Anything.”

“Are you sure?” I let him brush his lips to mine, and in seconds my bra is gone; tossed somewhere on the floor. My body absolutely begs for him, and now that I’ve had a taste of what it’s like to fuck him, I’m pretty sure I’m addicted. “I could ask you something awful. I’m good at doing that.”

“Then I’ll tell you whatever it is. In all itsawfulglory.” Jed pushes me back down onto the bed, shifting until he’s between my thighs instead of pinning me down. It’s all too easy for him to yank off the sweatpants he’d given me, and he takes my underwear with them, leaving me bare once I’ve kicked off my shoes.

Fuck.

The way he looks at me makes me squirm. I feel vulnerable. Helpless, even. My skin tingles when he looks at me, and I give a full body shudder when he reaches out to run his fingers lightly down the sides of my body.

“You’re so gorgeous.” His voice is soft and rough. “You’reperfect, princess.” Every time he calls me that, I swear it sends a wave of heat right between my thighs. This time, it causes me to attempt to clench them together, and a smile curls on his lips when he notices. “Do you like it when I call you that?”

“Maybe I just like it when you’re confident and in charge,” I reply, my mouth moving before my brain.

“Did you think I wouldn’t be? That I’d maybe be shy and hopeless?” For all of his perfection, he’s still the charming, gorgeous man that I shouldn’t be falling for. There’s still a sweet gleam in his too-blue eyes. He still treats me with the utmost respect, even though I’d like him todisrespectfullywreck me.

“I…have no idea what I thought.” My eyes are locked on him, and I watch as he encircles my ankle with his long fingers, bringing it up to rest against his shoulder. He kisses my ankle, his eyes on mine, before working his way up my calf with teeth and tongue.

If someone had asked me before right now if a guy kissing my calf could be hot, I would’ve said absolutely not. There’s nothing sexy aboutcalves.

But here Jed is, wiping away my prior expectations of life. It’s hard to breathe normally, and even harder to form words, but I finally manage to swallow and ask, “How did you get the scars?”

“Some of them are from my family,” Jed remarks offhandedly, without hesitating. He still watches me, though I can’t tell if it’s to see how I feel about what he’s doing, or what he’s saying. Either way, I can’t look away from him. “They’re not exactly the nicest people. Some of them though…” He pauses, grazing his teeth against the side of my knee and making me jerk in surprise at the ticklish sensation. Jed doesn’t let me pull away, however. He holds my calf with fingers that dig into my skin, nipping at the joint once more. “Are from the people we took.”

“You…took?” I’m pretty sure I should know what that means. I’m also more than sure that I shouldn’t question it deeper.

“Yeah. Tourists. People who didn’t belong. Drifters. You know, those that wouldn’t be missed. My family has rules. They’ve never been caught, and there’s definitely a reason.” He says it so easily. So matter-of-factly, but his mouth moves further up my leg, to the sensitive areas of my inner thigh.

“Why did they—you—take people? To kill them?” I don’t understand the urge to just murder people. And besides, what did his family do with the bodies? Why justtakepeople off the street?

“Oh, Saylor…” Jed’s other hand comes out to press against my stomach, holding me down flat against the bed as he leans down. He presses my thighs apart with the other, anchoring one with his free hand. “You really haven’t guessed yet? Youreallydon’t know what I used to be?”

I feel like I should. I’m sure it’s there, at the tip of my tongue and at the edge of my brain. It’s obvious, isn’t it? That’s what my mind says. But right now, with his breath hot against my slit, I can’t think of anything at all.

So I shake my head, gaze locked on his ice-blue eyes that won’t let me go while he kneels between my thighs, mouth inches from where I want him most.

“My family are cannibals,” he tells me, in a voice like silk and razors. “I grew up with a family that ate people, princess. And yet you’re the best thing I’ve ever fucking tasted.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to sit with that knowledge. Instead, Jed wraps both of his arms around my thighs, jerking me to him as he buries his face against my cunt. I cry out in surprise, his tongue licking a stripe up my slit until he can lap at my clit.

One of my hands flies down to tangle in his hair, and I slam my eyes closed at the myriad sensations from his mouth. While I’ve had a guy go down on me before, Jed makes an art out of it. He blows any other experience I’ve had out of the water as his tongue teases and dips between my folds, taunting me with kitten-licks against my clit and entrance.

“Nah, you’re not going anywhere,” Jed growls, when my hips jerk in his grip. He drags me right back down, and when he licks me again, he thrusts his tongue into my entrance, tasting everypart of me he can. “You’re mine. And I need a lifetime to taste every inch of you.”

There’s no way to really answer that. The licking makes more sense now; and why he doesn’t mind the taste of blood. Hell, he always seems to enjoy it when it’s on my skin, and that does things to me it shouldn’t.

Such as wondering what he’d do if I were covered in fresh blood. Would he take the time to lick it all off?

Some part of my brain sounds the alarm bells. He is acannibal, and here I am, letting him put his mouth on me. Hell, I’m welcoming it. And I’m not worried about what he might do. But I should care. I should be petrified and running off to find the officers that were here before.

Instead, I drag him closer with my grip in his hair, words of encouragement falling like rain from my lips as he does his best to taste every part of me, inside and out. When he shifts, one hand leaving my hip, I barely even register. It’s not until those fingers replace his tongue that I do notice, and only then to yelp in appreciation when they thrust into me.

But if I’d thought he wasn’t using his mouth anymore, I’d been wrong for those few seconds. His tongue finds my clit, lips closing around it as he sucks and licks at the small, sensitive bud.

“Fuck!” I wail, twisting in his grip. “Jed, please?—”