Page 101 of Claim the Twilight
He groaned. “Dammit, woman.” He pressed a hard kiss to my mouth before pulling back. “Did you give Loviator your word that you wouldn’t attack her in the seventy-two-hour period?”
I thought back on my conversation with the deity. “No.”
“Then I have a better plan, one that will get usallout before the seventy-two hours is up. But I need you to attack one of the breaches.”
Did I hear him right? “What?”
“I’m in a cell in Loviator’s realm, and that specter is an echo or something. She can get me out of the cell and to a breach that Loviator doesn’t know about, but we need a distraction, something to draw Loviator’s attention away from her base. Time for me to escape.”
“Yes. That could work. But how will I know if you’ve escaped?”
“I’ll send the echo to tell you. Cause the distraction and hold it until the echo finds you, then leave. Get everyone to evacuate, and I’ll meet you in New Town outside your block of flats. Just make sure you attack with plenty of time before Loviator’s deadline.”
“I can do that.” My pulse raced. “We have a plan.”
“We do.” He kissed me again, softer, lingering and deepening, igniting a desperate need inside me. I licked at histongue, raking my fingers through his hair to hold on to him, to keep him with me.
He moaned into my mouth, and I swallowed the sound, breathing with him, for him, until it felt as if we were one entity.
He broke the kiss, cupping my face to look deep into my eyes. “I was wrong before. I don’t want to wait.”
The pulse in my throat fluttered. “Me neither.”
He led me to the bed and laid me down before stretching out beside me. He stroked my cheek, featherlight, his fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake as they moved to the neck of my shirt, tracing the hem and lightly grazing my skin.
These clothes weren’t real. This was a dream, after all. I could be wearing whatever I wanted or nothing at all. I imagined a negligee, black, short, and silky.
Hemlock’s eyes widened, his mouth parting in shock before curving in a smile. “Well…look at you, kitten.”
I smiled up at him. “Your turn.”
He arched a brow, and the air rippled momentarily, leaving him naked except for snug boxer shorts that left me in no doubt of his arousal. I reached for him, but he grasped my wrist, his chest heaving.
My gaze whipped up to meet his. “Can’t I touch you?”
His throat worked, and when he spoke, his tone resonated with vulnerability. “It’s…it’s been a long time since anyone touched me intimately.”
“Oh…” I caressed his cheek. “I’ll be gentle.”
He gripped my throat, squeezing lightly. “I’m not sureIcan. Pain brings pleasure. It’s been that way for too long. I’m not sure I can find it any other way.”
Pain had been his shield from the power. He’d learned to love it, to crave it. Learned to find pleasure in it. But maybe it didn’t have to be that way. Not here. Not in our vista where our dream selves ruled.
I licked my lips, nerves fluttering in my belly. “Will you let me try?”
He nodded, eyes darkening. “I want to…I want this. You.”
I gently pushed him onto his back, a knot forming in my chest at the uncertainty on his face. This man who’d always been so confident, so certain, so in control was offering me the driver’s seat.
I touched him through his boxers, tracing the length of him, noting how his thighs bunched when I trailed my fingers up and down, noting the sharp inhalation when I touched the head of his cock through the material. What would it feel like inside me? In my mouth then in my pussy? I peeled down his boxers, my breath coming harder and faster at the sight of his engorged cock, precum glistening at the tip.
I licked him, and his hips rose to chase my mouth when I pulled away. I bit back a smile. Like hell he wouldn’t enjoy this.
HEMLOCK
Her hot mouth closes over the head of my cock, and I lose the ability to think. I’ve touched myself, roughly, painfully, bringing myself to release time and time again imagining that it’s Orina, but this…this blows my fucking mind. It feels good without being painful.
I thread my fingers through her hair, holding on as she works me, taking me deep. Fuck…I’m about to come already. I pull her off me and drag her mouth to mine, crushing her beneath me, and take control. I need to have it.
