I was fully prepared for him to invade, for him to kiss me like he hated me, ravaging and brutal. In a way, I almost wanted it like that. But what he did instead knocked me more off balance than any bruising onslaught ever could.
He paused just above my mouth, his shuddering breath tantalizing me, making me squeeze inside. His hands slid slowly from my backside, up, up, up. Up, over my waist, over my aching nipples, until they came to rest on either side of my jaw.
The kiss started slowly. Tenderly. And that’s what shocked me so. He grazed his lips over mine, a barely-there prickle of agonizing sensation, before his tongue swiped inward, tasting.
The flare of arousal inside me was so sudden, so strong, I was sure that if Wylfrael hadn’t been holding me, I would have toppled right over into the snow. I opened my mouth further, eagerly meeting his tongue, burying my fingers in his thick hair.
Wylfrael went rigid as I kissed him back. Only for a second, though. Then, he groaned harshly into my mouth, and the kiss became what I’d expected from him all along. Possessive. Conquering. An invasion, but one that I’d invited.
I whimpered as he pinioned my tongue with his, taking over. His hands left my jaw, raking up and down my back, into my hair, then down to my ass again, as if he couldn’t decide where to touch me, couldn’t touch me enough.
When he started tugging at the laces at the front of my silk britches, grinding his erection greedily against me as he did so, I remembered that we were outside, in clear view of both the castle and the barn. I’d learned enough about Shoshen’s schedule to know that he’d be back out here soon.
I tore away from the kiss, and Wylfrael made a rough sound of annoyance.
“We’re outside! They’ll see us!” I panted.
“Good,” he shot back.
“Wylfrael!” I swatted at his chest, the cold air in my lungs starting to clear my head. “I have a new term to add to the agreement!”
A look of grim resignation passed over his face.
“What is it?”
“No getting me undressed and having... relations... in front of other people!”
“Fine,” he growled, “but I have my own amendment.”
“Alright, what?” I asked. Wylfrael released his hold on my britches’ laces. His hand came to my face, and he slipped his thumb along my swollen lower lip.
“I get to kiss you anytime, anywhere. No matter who may be watching.”
I breathed heavily, fighting the urge to open my mouth and let his thumb inside so I could suck it. Maybe even bite it, not that my flat human teeth would be able to do him any damage.
“Never figured you for the sort of guy who’d like kissing so much. Pinned you as more of a wham, bam, thank you ma’am sort.”
“Too much blood has gone to my groin for me to even attempt to understand what you just said,” Wylfrael grunted. “Do you agree or not?”
“Fine. I agree. As long as my second term overrides this one. The rule about you always stopping when I tell you to.”
His thumb continued its slow caress.
“Yes, Torrance,” he murmured. “In this, you will always be obeyed.” A wicked glint entered his gaze. “Though, when I kiss you, I do not think you will ask me to stop.”
“I just told you to stop right now!” I protested.
“Only when you realized someone may see us. It was because you were embarrassed, not because you wanted to.” He leaned down, his breath tantalizing against my neck. “You want things in the darkness you won’t acknowledge in the light.”
“Oh, you are impossible!” I said, pushing back from him, hating that he was right. I stomped a few paces away and glared at him. But just looking at him made me want to go right back into his arms. He was gorgeous, hair and muscles gleaming under the winter sun. My gaze snagged on the massive bulge beneath the dark leather of his trousers and stayed there.
“Am I impossible? Or merely observant?” he asked, smirking. “For example, I can clearly observe where your gaze has gone.”
This bastard!
I wrenched my eyes away from the thick outline of his engorged cock.
“I am going inside!” I huffed. “And don’t get any ideas, because I’m going to help Aiko make dinner in the kitchen!”