Dank's POV from the bedroom scene
“I hate the color red almost as much as I hate blond hair.”
My need to reassure her was going to completely botch my plan to push her away. But watching her pout over my going to this stupid dance with Kendra was difficult. I didn’t like to be the reason she was unhappy. Couldn’t she see this was what was best for her? The frown on her face and range of emotions flashing in her eyes told me she didn’t believe me. As much as I needed to put distance between us, I couldn’t leave her like this.
Standing, I closed the distance between us. Just this once I’d forget why touching Pagan was wrong. As my chest brushed against her back, her small body shivered. Closing my eyes I bit back a curse. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself now. This was a form of control I’d never had to exercise. I wasn’t sure I even knew how. Wrapping my arms around her, I pressed her back firmly against my chest. Pleasure coursed through me and I tightened my hold. The fear that I’d never be able to release her now I’d held her, seeped into my thoughts.
“She means nothing to me.”
Her body trembled and my need to own her became unbearable.
“I would never lie to you, Pagan,” I whispered against her ear. She tilted her head back to stare up at me. Lowering my head I kissed the soft skin on the top of her ear. The smell of her skin was delicious. Unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I continued kissing the delicate skin along her face. Inhaling the intoxicating aroma it presented. My hands found her hips and I worried the fierce grip I had on her might bruise her. But I couldn’t force myself to relax my demanding hold.
“You tempt me. I can’t be tempted. I’m not made to be tempted but you, Pagan Moore, you tempt me. From the moment I came for you I was drawn in. Everything about you...” I needed to touch more of her. I ran a hand along the exposed skin on her arm. It heated under my touch. “You make me crazy with need. With want. I didn’t understand it at first. But now I know. It’s your soul calling to me. Souls mean nothing to me. They aren’t supposed to. But yours has become my obsession.” Instead of cowering away from me in fear, like a normal human would when Death was admitting to being obsessed with them, Pagan leaned against me full of trust. Her neck exposed as her head fell back on my shoulder. That skin would be warm and delicate. I lowered my head and kissed the gentle curve there. Enjoying the excitement of her racing pulse beneath my lips.
“I want to kill that boy every time I see his hands on you.” I trailed kisses up her neck as she shifted closer to me full of expectation. “I want to rip his arms from his body so he can’t touch you again.” Unable to hold back the growl inside of me caused by the possessive emotion that only Pagan had ever managed bring out of Death. This was wrong. I couldn't own her. I couldn’t have her. I was Death. She was human. I couldn’t claim her soul for myself. Agony ripped through me.
“But I can’t have you, Pagan. You’re not meant for me.” I whispered harshly. Wanting more than anything to change this. I needed to leave her. This was only going to hurt her more in the end. Picking her up, I cradled her against me for only a moment. Filing away the memory of how she felt wrapped up in my arms, then I laid her on the bed and quickly stood up. I couldn’t continue to touch her.
“Please,” she whispered.
I couldn’t witness the pleading etched on her face. Closing my eyes tightly I wanted to explain it all. Make her understand. But I couldn’t. The less she knew. The safer she was. So instead, I told her the only thing I could, “I can’t, Pagan. It would destroy us both.” Without opening my eyes to see her one last time, I vanished.