Page 68 of The Crown of the Last Fae Queen
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TWENTY – KOLFINNA
They both sat therefor a moment longer. Blár stared into the fire while Kolfinna chewed on her lower lip and thought about a way to talk to Freyja without seeming suspicious. While she was lost in her own strategies, Blár slid his hand behind her head and slowly pulled out one of the pins holding her hair in place. She turned her head just in time for a long curl to come undone. There was a heated look in his normally cool gaze as he stared at the curve of her neck.
“Blár?” she whispered, noting the shift in the air between them. Her body reacted immediately to his darkened gaze. Her skin became flushed and she had a hard time looking at him. She intertwined her fingers together, anticipation flooding her cheeks.
He snaked his finger around the loose lock of hair. His cold knuckles grazed her cheek, and a ripple ran down to her core. She could have melted on the spot, but his skin was wintry, like his powers, and it clashed against her body heat and sent jolts of thrill down her spine.
“You look so beautiful.” Blár tucked the lock of hair behind her ear, and then he traced the sharp tips of her ear slowly. Her ears were still sensitive, but now it was a different kindof sensitivity that made her gasp. She shuddered beneath his touch, and he watched her, slightly bemused, slightly intrigued.
“You like that?” His voice came out low as he slowly dragged his finger over her ear, and then down her neck. Her breathing hitched, her fingers digging into the edge of the velvet seat and her wide eyes trained on him. He drew circles along the nape of her neck, watching her reaction the entire time.
“Y-yes,” Kolfinna said.
A slow grin curved his lips and he trailed his hand down her spine.
Another shuddered breath wrenched from her.
“I like seeing you unravel for me.”
She didn’t know what he meant by that, but she didn’t really care. Not when he leaned closer, his face inches away from her. She licked her lips nervously, a knot of nerves bundling in her chest, but an overwhelming sense of wanting to be near him, to betouchedby him, overpowered her inexperienced apprehension. In fact, she waited with bated breath, wondering where he would kiss her. Her mouth? Her neck? Her breasts?
The thought made her tremble.
He looked from her eyes down to her lips.
“I … I need you,” Kolfinna whispered when he didn’t move. She slid her hands into his hair and ran her fingers through his midnight locks. A wicked grin spread on his face. She could tell he liked to hear that.
“You need me?”
She exhaled, her voice small. “I do.”
“Did you miss me at all while you were here?” Blár kneeled in front of her and grabbed her hips, pulling her close to the edge of the couch. It happened so fast that she yelped, her hands flying to his shoulder as he encircled his arms around her waist. He was grinning wolfishly. She turned to the door sharply, her heartracing at thought of someone hearing, but seconds passed and nobody barged inside.
“Blár—” There was a warning in her tone.
But he seemed unfazed; he even peered up at her with a smirk. “Did you miss me, Kolfinna?”
His touch was electric, cool, and warm at the same time, eliciting a shiver from her. She jabbed her nails into the lean muscles of his broad shoulders, all thoughts of being found out fleeing from her mind.
She almost pouted, her lips quivering. “O-of course I missed you. I thought of you every day.”
“Is that so?Everyday?”
She blushed. “What about you? Did you worry about me?”
“You have occupied my thoughts since the day we left the ruins,” he murmured. “I have burned for you, Kolfinna.”
She couldn’t respond to him because he pressed his mouth against her throat and she gasped again. He planted a kiss along her flesh, dragging his teeth against her sensitive skin. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
“Blár—” She grasped the front of his uniform, the leather smooth against her fingers. His touch was cool, his breath even chillier, and yet it ignited flames within her body, waves of heat coursing through her veins and curling her toes.
His kiss tracked down to her collarbones and he pulled back just enough for his gaze to dart from her flushed throat to her cleavage. She shivered as his cool breath tickled her breasts.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered.
She grasped the back of his head and moved without thinking to mash her lips against his. A desperate need fueled her and she dragged him closer with her legs, her thighs tightening around him. He matched her fervor, his mouth moving at pace with hers. She spread her hands over his back,searching, exploring, suddenly wondering why there was so much clothing.
