Page 148 of A Song of Air
Because he was already consuming her.
Toxic Love
Weylyn pulled themout of his mindscape and back to reality. Bryson blinked away her brief moment of confusion. They were submerged together in the bath and as soon as they were back in the present, he pulled her towards him, water sloshing over the rim of the tub.
She fell onto his naked lap with a gasp, but the sound never fully formed as he completely devoured her. Like he was starving and only she could sate him. and maybe he was starving for her. For she’d made him wait for far too long. And in denying him, she’d denied herself this pleasure she knew only he could give.
Falling into his arms was a consuming force. It ignited her all over. Her body came alive. Pain didn’t exist, and only pleasure took its place. Her body tingled. Every nerve came alive as she curved herself against him, as their lips consumed one another. Their canines bit, tongues tasted, mouths devoured.
It was with great reluctance that Weylyn pulled away. And it was only to grab a cloth and scrub it with soap before he swiped it along her body. His movements were quick and anxious, a mirror to the way Bryson felt inside. She held her breath and helped him hurry along, eager to get to where they both needed to be. Her own hands slipped through the tresses of his dark hair, soaping and rinsing. Her hands glided across his smooth body just as quickly until they were both shining clean.
Only then did Weylyn grasp her by the hips and lifted her, pushing himself to a stand. She cried out as she scrambled to grab his shoulders, to wrap her legs around his waist. He held her tightly as he stepped one leg over the tub and then another. Water sluiced from their bodies and onto the floor. It didn’t matter as he went and laid her over a blanket of furs. His mouth found hers again. He kissed her like he was dying of thirst.
Like he’d waited his entire life for this moment.
She supposed he had. Because Fae could spend an entire lifetime looking for their mate and never find them. It was a work of Mana to find a mate. Bryson hadn’t dreamt of Weylyn, but she wanted him now. She wanted his unapologetic violence. She wanted him in all his broken pieces. The most toxic parts of him brought to life the most toxic parts of her.
And she let her mouth and her body speak for her. She kissed him back with equal fervor. Their tongues tangled together, and she would have died happily without air then, but Weylyn pulled away to press his mouth against her neck. His eagerness to have her only made slick wetness drip from between her legs. She groaned as he devoured her, as he nipped and marked her neck.
Her hips lifted to meet his, his hard length slick against her inner thigh. She wanted him closer to her heat. She wanted his cock inside her with an ache.
She muttered her pleas, her nails raked down his back. The spicy, sweet scent of his body made her head spin with want and need. “Weylyn,” she gasped. “Please.”
His canines sunk into her throat, breaking past the skin. She got no warning, and the invasion brought a fresh wave of pain that had her crying out. She gasped as he dug them deeper with that mating mark, nearly tearing at her throat.
She didn’t fucking care.
She wanted more.
White hot pleasure zapped through her body, blinding her, sending lightning through every crevice of her soul, flashing behind her eyelids. The pleasure was immediate, and a release went through her, made her body shudder. And when he pulled away, tongue sliding against her skin, she leaned up and clasped his own throat with as much violence and pain as he’d inflicted on her.
Blood coated her mouth. Rich and tinny, it filled her mouth. The moment their mating bond snapped into place like a rope pulled taut, his cock pressed inside her. No warning and with as much eager violence as his teeth.
She screamed around the mouthful of his blood as his hips snapped violently against hers. They slid across the furs, the desire between them and their bond incrementing. Weylyn held himself up, his arms caged around her. For a moment they stopped. Staring at one another. His blood coated her lips, and she was sure it stained the sides of her mouth. He looked down at her with so much tenderness, so much wonder that it hurt. And maybe she could never see clearly before, but in this there was no doubt. Something a lot like love pulsed between them, but neither dared whisper those words aloud.
They stayed connected, staring. His eyes flickered white, and words rang through her mind.
