Page 152 of A Tongue so Sweet and Deadly

“Fuck,” he rasped again, his chest heaving against hers as he freed himself.

Eyes locked on hers, he pulled her underwear aside, and her breath choked when he nudged at her entrance.

“Loche, please,” she moaned when he teased her with the tip, his fingers digging into her back.

His mouth found hers as he slammed into her with his full length, both crying out as he filled her, pushing her up against the cold wall.

“So warm,” Loche growled. “So perfect.”

She held on to his shoulders as he slowly—deliberately—pulled out, then plowed into her again.

Lessia’s head fell back to the wall as Loche increased the pace, urgently slamming into her, filling her completely. Light flickered behind her closed eyelids as her back scraped against the ice while Loche’s warm, hard body pushed against her.

A deep need built inside her, fueled by Loche’s heavy breath fanning over her chest, his hard, assured strokes, and she leaned forward, biting down on his shoulder as shescreamed his name.

He called out hers as well as he drove into her one final time, and their bodies shook in rhythm as they reached release together.

Loche’s head fell forward against the cold wall as they caught their breaths, and as her muscles softened, he tightened his grip, not allowing any space between them.

When she could finally think clearly again, she lifted her head, and Loche straightened as well.

A satisfied smirk lifted his mouth as he lazily kissed her.

“I thought I was clever sneaking off in here, but since I’ll have to walk back half-naked, I’m pretty sure no one will buy that we only looked at the Lune.”

Lessia giggled as Loche set her down, swatting at him when he winked at her.

They got dressed in whatever clothing was not ripped to shreds, and she pulled at his hand to make their way to the fire when goose bumps continued to rise across his bare torso.

But as she was about to drag him into the passage, Loche stopped her, pulling her into his arms again.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Lessia,” he whispered. “Longer than you can imagine.”

She nodded into his chest, a wave of emotions washing over her at the tenderness of his voice.

Holding him tight, she winced at the guilt that surged within her.

She’d wanted this as well.

But she’d known it was selfish when he didn’t know everything about her.

When he didn’t know she was deceiving him, deceiving everything he stood for.

Swallowing, she pulled out of his embrace and walkedquietly beside him as they tried to sneak up to the chambers without anyone noticing.

Lessia couldn’t muster a smile even as people shouted playful quips at them as they ascended the stairs, even as Loche gently pulled her with him into the bed and wrapped his strong arms around her, even as he whispered the sweetest words in her ear as they fell asleep.

Chapter

Sixty-Two

She woke to an empty bed.

Frowning, she turned over and found the sheets where Loche had lain already cold.

When she listened to the large cave, no voices broke through the soft snoring and breathing from sleeping people.

Glancing out of the small window beside the fireplace, she realized it was still dark outside.

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