Page 99 of The Girl Who Fell Through Time
“Promise me,” she demands. “Promise me that you won’t keep any more secrets, especially when I can help. Iwantto help you. No more doing everything by yourself, do you hear?”
Dorian grins. “Yes, mistress.” He kisses her neck. “Whatever you demand.”
“Kiss me,” she tells him. “Kiss me like there is no tomorrow.”
He kisses her like she’s air, and he’s drowning. His lips move from hers to her neck, her shoulders, her collarbones, her breasts. “Selene,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. “Gods, how I want you.”
“Have me,” she tells him. “I’m yours.”
The kisses trail along her throat.Fireis too violent a word for what they are. She cannot name it. She is burning liquid, gold and bright. Sensation licks through her. His touch feels like starlight. He sets whole universes ablaze.
She pushes off his shirt. Sleeves first, then the rest of it. It falls to the floor, a puddle of satin. She turns her back, lettinghim make quick work of her laces. Her dress lies discarded on the floor.
There’s layers of petticoats to go through.
Dorian’s hands roam up her waist. He starts at the laces of her stays. “I’m not sure I can be gentle,” he tells her. His pupils are blown. Hunger blazes in his eyes.
“I don’t want you to be gentle,” she informs him.I want to be naked, and yours. I want to be yours so badly.
“If we do this,” Dorian tells her, “there’s no having an annulment—”
“What if I don’t want an annulment?” Selene interrupts.
“You won’t be able to marry someone else—”
“What if I don’t want someone else?” she asks him. “What if I just want you?”
Dorian closes his eyes, leaning his head against hers. “Say that again.”
“I just want you,” Selene repeats, knowing what it is he needs to hear. “Just you, Dorian. Only ever you.”
Dorian makes a sound, a moan, a groan, a cry, and claims her mouth with his. He directs her towards the bed, arching his body above hers. His hands go towards her stays. “I’m going to rip this,” he informs her.
“But—”
Her protestations leave her mouth. Dorian tears the fabric in two, discarding the garment on the ground.
“I didn’t know you could—”
His hands are already around her breasts, massaging them in solid, languid stokes. His mouth moves down her chest, making her gasp and moan.
“Sweet gods,” she murmurs, all other words surrendered. She cannot speak. Sensation overrules her now.
His mouth touches her in places she never thought to imagine. It drifts down to her middle. He spreads her legs. Her back arches—
She can feel his breath inside her.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he tells her.
He is very far away from her mouth, which feels the wrong way round, but she gasps out a response—yes, yes, kiss me there. His lips lower, teasing her with a pressure that feels like pain.
She had no idea you could kiss like that.
“Dorian,” she cries, or maybe she doesn’t. Words are senseless to her now.
He kisses between her thighs like he kisses her mouth. She wants to explode with sensation. She never knew you could kiss likethat.Each caress is nebulous. She could drown in him.
“Dorian,” she says again. “Please.”
