Page 84 of A Fate of Ice and Lies
“You’re definitely purring.” I felt the way her lips spread into a smile.
I gripped the edge of her couch to keep myself tethered. But I wanted to taste her. Devour her. Worship her.
She leaned back, her eyes flashing to my elongated canines. She ran a tentative finger over one of them. I shivered.
“Does this mean you’re turned on?” she asked.
I shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the evidence of my arousal straining in my pants.
“Very turned on,” I said, my voice hoarse.
She blinked, and then she gave me a small, shy smile. “What are you going to do about it?”
I licked my lips. Imagined the way her warm core would feel around my straining cock. Imagined the sweetness of her blood coating my tongue. Imagined the way she’d scream my name as her core tightened around me in the most extraordinary orgasm.
Imagined her limbless and satisfied and fully loved.
I kissed the side of her mouth. “Nothing tonight,” I told her.
With her mouth hanging open, she narrowed her eyes at me. “What do you mean, nothing?”
I leaned forward enough to scoop her into my arms. I ran a hand over the length of her vibrant red hair, and she nestled her face closer to me.
“I want to do a lot of things to you, Teddy.” I swallowed to alleviate my suddenly dry throat. “Things that’ll leave you aching in places for days so that every time you walk, you’re forced to think of me.”
She drew in a quick breath and squirmed on top of me, right where my cock twitched in response.
I brushed my fingers through her hair again. “But not tonight.”
“Why not?” she asked, her question barely above a whisper.
“Because I can still smell your fear.”
She stiffened at my words. “I. . .”
“It’s okay.” I kissed the top of her head. “We can wait untilyou’re ready. I do have one request though.”
She hummed while I stroked the back of her head, down the back of her slender frame.
“Can I hold you tonight while you sleep?” I asked.
Her arms wound around my neck. “Do you want to stay here and watch TV or go to my room?”
Closing my eyes, I pressed my nose against the thickness of her hair to breathe her in. “I want whatever you want.”
“TV it is, then,” she said. “If you’re gonna make me suffer by not tending to myneeds, then I’ll make you suffer through a rom-com.”
I chuckled and drew her closer to me. “Do you truly believe I care what we watch as long as I get to hold you? I’ve longed for this.” I pressed her impossibly closer to me. “I’ve longed for you,mo elma.”
“Well, if you’re gonna be all cute and poetic about it,” she huffed out. “What does that mean? What you called me?”
My throat grew tight, my tongue heavy. I shouldn’t have said it, but it was on the tip of my tongue and slipped out without warning.
“Mo elmais my soul.”
I held my breath, waiting for her to balk. To tell me it was too soon for such ardent feelings. Already, my intensity scared her, and there I went, adding to that fear.
She kissed my jaw. “Are we already at the pet name stage of our relationship?” It came out as a tease. “I have to come up with something more creative than babe.”
