Page 55 of Luna's Forgotten Vow

Soren leans back against the chair large enough to be a throne, and his words wrap around my mind, making me walk until I find myself standing between his legs.

My right knee presses against the cushion between his knees, my hand rising to make the cut. Tears sting my eyes, fear clogs my throat, anger envelopes my mind, an intoxicating mix with his words. "Do it, Sera." He loosens the top button of his black shirt. And another. Exposing pale, smooth skin.

His hand wraps around my other hand, bringing the knife down forcefully, aiming for his heart.

"Stop!" I scream at him, managing to fight off his hold on my mind for long enough to stop the knife from piercing his skin any further. Blood pools, rolling down his skin, soaking into his shirt.

My fingers shake and the knife clatters to the ground. "Have you lost your mind?!"

Soren's chest shakes and it is with no small amount of horror that I realize he is laughing at me. Tears roll down my face, blurring everything in sight and the hand I raise to punch the sick grin off his face is caught in a large wrist. "You lost your chance, Sera."

He yanks me down by my waist and presses his lips to mine.

I do not have the words to explain the next few seconds. It takes one stroke of his tongue to send everything to hell. I'm in his lap, hands thrusting into his hair. His hands snake up my spine,holding me in place as our tongues lash in a fierce battle we will both lose.

It doesn't make sense. My body hums with energy, wave after wave of electricity coursing through my veins. I push his jacket back. His hands tear off my robe roughly. He breathes roughly against my mouth, pushing my chemise up my thighs until hot hands are planted against my ass.

I move, rolling against his center and he groans, nails digging into my ass as he helps me repeat the motion. "Fuck," he swears against my mouth. I feel the depth of his voice against my skin, tightening my nipples and making my breasts heavier.

His jacket lands near my outer robe and I fumble for the buttons of his shirt without breaking the kiss. He tastes like rich wine and fresh mint. He tastes like winter and blood. He tastes like mine. Buttons fly here and there and I moan against his mouth when my hands find his bare torso.

His skin burns like an inferno and I find myself greedy. My hands run over his scarred chest and torso and it's not enough. The need to meld into him, breathe the same air, live inside his skin makes me whimper. My panties cling, soaked against my pussy and I grind myself against him harder.

"Tell me you hate me," he rasps, fingers pushing my chemise past my waist. A little higher, I almost plead. Please.

"Go to hell," I snap, but every thought in my head eddies out when he slips a hand between my thighs and presses a thumb against my panties. I clench so hard, I see stars. Embarrassment heats my cheeks but Soren hardly notices, his eyes burning into mine as he pushes my panties aside and strokes against me with two rough fingers.

The contact is too much, too fast and I try to get away from him. One hand tightens on my rib, holding me in place. "Have you been cleared?"

He means by the doctor. If my injuries from childbirth have healed enough for any kind of penetration. My heart does a little twirl at the thought that he cares enough to ask first, but then I remember just who I am currently dry humping. "Last week."

"Thank fuck," he whispers and without warning, his fingers spear me.

CHAPTER 18

SERAPHINA

Aviolent bolt of hot pleasure ripples through me, my hips bucking with such force, I might have fallen over if he wasn't holding me so tightly. My head falls back as I gasp.

His fingers are large, but I'm loose and wet and need more than just two fingers. My body craves the pain and pleasure of getting so filled, I can barely think.

Soren inhales. "Gods, Seraphina. I could fuck you right now and you would take all of me."

My hands tighten on his shoulder, chest rising and falling as he adds a third finger. The burn is nothing at all like I expected. My walls clamp down around him like a vise, trying to adjust against the wide stretch, and the sounds that escape me echo in the hall, making it sound so damn dirty.

I look down. Soren watches me with wide eyes, vulnerable in a way that makes the knots in my stomach loosen. He looks stricken by me. Like a piece finally unraveled. "Beautiful," he says.

Clench. The suction noises of his fingers getting sucked into me makes me momentarily wild. My nails break skin as I bear down hard, driving his fingers all the way to the hilt. "This is all you wanted, isn't it?" My voice is breathy, needy, and I have to stop myself from moving in a circle around his fingers. "If I let you fuck me, will you return me to the streets like the 'stray' I am?"

He looks offended, eyes blazing like a furnace, lips pulled tight into a line. His response to me is pulling his fingers out of me and just when I think he'll shove me off him, he grabs my hair, pulling it out of its bun, only to wrap it around his fist and wrench it down with enough force to make my neck hurt.

"You are that eager to leave?" His hot breath skims my neck.

No. My throat works. "Yes."

"Where would you go?" His hold tightens but it doesn't yet hurt. "Callahan's pack?"

Maybe I've lost my mind somewhere tonight but all I want to do is provoke him. "Obviously."

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