Emily’s POV

The filthy, deliberate title hung in the dim blue air like smoke, suffocating whatever tiny sliver of Daniel’s restraint was left.

His hand tangled so tight in my hair that my head tilted back, forcing me to stare up into his storm-gray eyes. They were completely black now, the irises swallowed by a dark, terrifying hunger. His chest heaved against his unbuttoned shirt, his breathing ragged and broken.

"Don't call me that," he growled, his voice a ruined, low rasp that vibrated all the way down to my toes.

"Why?" I purred, stroking my thumb up the thick vein running along the underside of his shaft, collecting another...