Page 127 of A Song of Air
The hot, wet flick of his tongue made Bryson moan. “Weylyn.” Her hips thrust up to meet his, but he didn’t take. He did nothing except stare down at her.
The desire was obvious on his face, but he didn’t take. He didn’t consume.
“Why won’t you touch me?” she demanded. “You would have... before. Before you would have.”
She didn’t know where the uncertainty of her own thoughts were coming from. This self-consciousness that invaded her system. It was the drugs, she was sure of it, clouding everything from her common sense to her confidence.
“Before you would have taken me right here, fuck the consequences. So why won’t you do so now?” She hated how weak her voice sounded, but hated how she felt without his weight bearing down on her even more.
“Bryson.” Weylyn lowered until the tip of his nose touched her own. “You are a fool if you think I don’t want you.” His tongue darted out to tease the seam of her lips, but before she could open her mouth, he pulled away. “I want to fuck you. Claim you. Make you mine.”
Desire pulsed, hot and heavy between her legs. “Do it,” she ordered, thrusting her hips up. “Do it. Please. Please, please, please.”
Slowly, Weylyn shook his head. “No. Not like this. Not here.”
Tears slid against the scars around her eyes. Weylyn kissed them away, as if that could soothe the hurt he’d caused.
“Don’t cry.” His words were somehow both gentle and harsh simultaneously. “You’ve been drugged with Unseelie magic.” He dusted the remaining powder from her skin. “You aren’t thinking clearly. I won’t do it. Not like this.”
“But I need you.” Her hips lifted against his, moving in an attempt to find the friction she needed. But all it did was create fire against her too-sensitive clit. She whined, feeling the tears streaming down her face. Her heart beat harder, harder, and her breaths came out shallow. Her insides felt hollow. Empty. She needed to be filled, consumed.
Her hands raked against his shoulders, tugging at his shirt, at his skin.
“Weylyn, I need you.”
He dropped his forehead to hers, inhaling the scent of her. He closed his eyes, opened them again. The gold consumed like fire.
“Just a taste.”
It took far too long for her to realize that he’d spoken in her mind.
“Just a taste.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”
Weylyn’s head dipped, his mouth meeting hers. She groaned. It wasn’t enough. His tongue slipping and sliding, it could never be enough. Even as she met him with equal passion, she needed more. More. More.
His body splayed against hers and suddenly, they were swallowed with flames. Lost in their own world, lost in one another, unable to come up for air. Her fingers clawed and tugged, shoving the hem of his shirt up so she could feel the warmth of his skin.
Weylyn nipped and bit at her mouth. His canines elongated, snapped as he broke apart. She arched her neck in invitation, praying for a bite that didn’t come. His tongue pressed against her pulse, the soft graze of his canines pressing down but not breaking the skin. He sucked, marked her, all the while his hands explored every inch.
They roved over her body, claws tearing through the material of the flimsy dress. The material parted and so did her legs as he pressed a thigh between them. Her hips lifted against his thigh, marking her scent and arousal all over him.
“Ride me, little mate.” Weylyn’s breath came out choppy against her neck as she did what he bade. She moved against his thigh, rubbing against the rough material.
“More,” she breathed.
Weylyn’s hands slid over her outer thighs, up to her hips, pressing between where their bodies connected until he met her wet center.
A mewling sound came from Bryson’s throat. She didn’t care who heard it. The entire world could shatter from her screams of pleasure and she wouldn’t care. No. The only thing that mattered was this moment. Their bodies colliding. His fingers sliding over her folds and dipping inside.
He stretched her, scissoring two fingers through her channel while his thumb strummed a rhythm against her clit.
It didn’t take long for her body to detonate. For her to be consumed. For her to explode with his name pushed against her lips. She cried out and saw the stars. The dizziness invaded and the entire world spun. The tunneled vision only darkened further. There was no light at the end. There was only darkness flickering at her from every angle, even as she tried to chase it away with the light.
It didn’t work.
It closed in.
