Page 162 of Voidwalker
“Yeah, well,” she grumbled, “you aren’t a disappointment, either.”
Antal’s eyes took on a luminous glint.
Oh no. Fi was losing again, wasn’t she?
“Please,” he purred, “tell meallthe ways I’ve failed to disappoint you.”
She couldn’t stop herself. Fi’s gaze drifted over the lean body stretched beside her, fully exposed. Fully confident. A treacherous tension wound her belly at the very non-disappointing view of his chest, the muscles of his abdomen, the lines of hard thighs. And between those legs?Definitelynot disappointing.
“I fear that might go to your head,” Fi said, bland.
“Certainly, it will.”
Antal leaned over her, a blanket of Void, a tease of teeth at her lips.
“You would have been wasted on Verne,” he said.
Fi reached for him like a lifeline. “But not on you?”
“Have I wasted you yet?”
He shifted a leg between hers. A moan escaped her teeth, an ache beneath his pressure. Then, startled stillness as he nestled his nose to her throat, breathing her in with a relishing inhale.
Fi welcomed the touch. Their conversation hung heavy, buthere he offered an escape. A comfort. A joining in their wrongs and how safe she felt beside him.
“You have an intriguing smell, Fionamara.” Antal’s words danced, a sparkly lure.
“How so?” she breathed, drawn to the hook.
“How to describe it…” He brushed his nose up her neck, breath warm on her skin. “Like crackling firewood. Hot on every inhale. But then, the slightest chill at the end. A kiss from the Void.”
Void-touched. “Like you?”
Antal considered. Grinned. “Like me.”
Maybe that was the unerring pull between them, two creatures who felt equally at home beyond the Plane.
Fi’s composure cracked, a needy sound in her throat as she surged to kiss him. His lips met hers with a hungry press, his teeth tugging her mouth open, his tongue slipping into her. She drank him in parched gulps. Antal kissed like he could devour her very essence, yet last night he’d employed this weapon surprisingly little during their wrestling.
“Daeyari aren’t big on kissing,” Fi asked, “are they?”
“Less common for us than for humans. But I can enjoy something different now and then.”
“Two can play that game, you know.”
Fi broke from his lips and bit into the soft beneath his jaw.
The sound Antal made verged on feral. Every muscle tightened against her, shaken by a moan in his chest, sharp with the claws curled against her ribs. A dizzying heat bloomed between Fi’s legs, the delight of how desperately he reached for her. The thrill of discovering these intimate pieces of him.
“Careful with that.” His voice came rough.
“Why?”
“It’s how daeyari give consent.”
Fi thrilled at this shiny new toy. At Antal, coiled against her.
“You mentioned a next time?” he rasped.
