Page 47 of Song of the Heart Scale
She nodded but did not say a word.
I didn’t know if she believed me or not, and by the Immortals, I wasn’t all that confident myself after speaking with Malachar. If there were no more thunderstorms, she wouldn’t have a way home, but I’d find a way. By the Immortals, I’d get her back to her world safely and in one piece.
Her expression shifted and her eyes darkened with desire. “What about right now?” she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper as her free hand slid beneath my shirt. “What can you promise me tonight?”
I released her wrist only to capture both her hands and pin them above her head in one fluid motion. Her breath caught, pupils dilating as I hovered over her. “I can promise you won't forget it,” I murmured against her ear.
She arched against me, the friction sending sparks down my spine. I claimed her mouth again, swallowing her soft moan as my free hand traced the curve of her waist, careful of her injuries. She was all lean muscle and soft skin beneath my touch.
I released her hands to remove my shirt, and immediately her fingers explored the contours of my chest, tracing old scars with surprising gentleness. When she reached a scar that wrapped around my ribs, I caught her wrist, guiding her hand lower.
“Not tonight,” I whispered against her lips. “Tonight isn't about old wounds.”
She nodded, understanding without words. Her fingers traced the waistband of my trousers instead, hesitating onlybriefly before dipping below. I inhaled sharply at her touch, my thinly-held control threatening to snap.
“Cat,” I warned, my voice strained.
She smiled with a predatory gleam in her eyes. “Yes?”
In answer, I gently pushed her back against the pillows, my mouth finding the sensitive spot beneath her ear. She gasped and arched her body into mine. I traced a path down her throat and across her collarbone with my lips and tongue, taking my time despite the urgency building between us.
When I reached the thin fabric of her undergarments, I paused and met her gaze. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, cheeks flushed with desire. She nodded once and I slowly peeled the fabric away, revealing more of her skin to the silvery moonlight.
“Beautiful,” I breathed, taking in the sight of her.
I lowered my head and trailed kisses across her breasts, circling one nipple with my tongue while my thumb teased the other. She writhed beneath me and a soft curse escaped her lips. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, nails leaving crescent moons in my skin.
“More,” she demanded, her voice breaking.
I smiled against her skin. “So impatient.”
“Always.” She gasped when my hand dipped between her thighs.
She was already wet, her body trembling as I slowly stroked her. I watched her face, memorizing every expression as pleasure overtook her. When I slipped one finger inside her, then another, I watched in delight as her back arched and she gasped my name. Her eyes fluttered closed, then opened again, fierce and demanding as she reached for the laces of my trousers.
“Now,” she commanded, her voice ragged. “I want all of you.”
I quickly shed the rest of my clothing and positioned myself between her thighs. The moonlight carved shadows acrossher body, highlighting every curve and inky tattoo. I paused, memorizing the sight of her beneath me.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she whispered.
“Like what?”
“Like you're trying to remember me.”
I leaned down and pressed my forehead to hers. “Maybe I am.”
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer until I was poised at her entrance. “Then give me something worth remembering, too.”
I slowly pushed into her, watching her face as her lips parted in a silent gasp. The tight heat of her body nearly undid me then and there. I stilled, giving her time to adjust, fighting for control.
“Don't you dare hold back,” she breathed against my ear as she dug her fingers into my shoulders.
Something primal broke loose inside me. I withdrew almost completely before driving back into her, setting a rhythm that had us both gasping. Her hips rose to meet each thrust, demanding more.
“Harder,” she commanded, her voice a ragged whisper.
I complied, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other gripped her hip, angling her body to take me deeper. Her moans grew louder with each thrust, her body trembling beneath mine.
