Another excerpt for "Shattered Into Beautiful"

Abruptly, his entire demeanor changes. He has already carried me through his front door and put me down on the tiled floor just inside his threshold. He is distant, colder and more standoffish. I know he can hear my blood rushing through my veins. I cannot make it stop — cannot slow it down. Our eyes meet; his are rigid, icier. Instantly, I am fully aware he is combating every natural animalistic urge within himself demanding that he seize me, feed from me and possess me, taking my blood. I tense. Mysteriously, and as crazy as it may be, there is another part of me that is absolutely fucking aroused by this. I step toward him, gently allowing myself to inch to him. His face has hardened. His posture is stiff. Every single rational sense in me is screaming at me to run out of this door. I cannot. “Zander...” I start to speak at the same time as his eyes close. In one fleeting moment, before I have the opportunity to steady by breathing, they hastily snap open. Amber reds stare at me, replacing the dazzling greens. I find myself wanting to surrender the first time my blues locked with his. I freeze, inhaling a swift breath. “Kitten. You need to step away. I’m struggling to maintain control and right now, I want to shatter you. I want to devour you. I want to own you. Your blood is pulsing.” Thump...Thump...Thump. “It’s inviting me, summoning me. Please, Sylver, please, just do us both a favor and step away. Leave. Let me call you a cab but walk away from me before I do something we will both regret. I’m sorry, I should have known better. I should have stayed away. I should have known I wouldn’t be able to control myself around you. I have waited way too long to find you —to feel you. The longing, the waiting, the need of you has overpowered my senses.” His plea goes unanswered as I place my petite hand upon his cheek, affectionately reassuring him. I reply, “Zander, I am already shattered. You cannot break what is already broken. You may be the reason my blood is pulsing but it is me that is inviting you. My body invites you. My heart beats increase for you. My soul longs for you. Please, Z, please do not push me away. Life is too short to live with regrets. I do not want to fall asleep tonight or awake in the morning and regret having walked away. Do not ask that of me...not now. Not after all this time,” I look up at him, giving the windows to my soul earnest permission to command him, convince him and starve the beast within him. I am not scared. I’m not. I reckon I should be.