Page 130 of Eldritch
“Something new for both of us, then.”
“Yes.” His lips pressed against my shoulder. “I very much look forward to it,” he said, his words a promise.
We breathed in sync, like a single lung, while the heat of the fire sipped the errant drops of water still clinging to my skin. The flickering light danced over the angel faces that’d been carved into the stone beneath the mantel, and my thoughts drifted. “Do you believe in angels?”
“I’m certain you’re the closest I’ll ever come to knowing they exist.”
“No one has ever told me that I was anything more than evil and cursed. They’d have called you blasphemous for likening me to an angel. Strange to imagine that they’re gone now. Every one of them, it seems.”
“I feel no pity for those soulless cunts. May they roam this world mindless and starving. Nothing but a vessel for the plague.”
“That may have very well come to pass. And yet, their words still haunt me.”
“If only the gods had granted me your vengeance, I would’ve silenced those voices.”
“I wish I’d known you back then. I’m certain I’d have suffered far less grief with you as my guardian angel. The guards would’ve certainly thought twice before brandishing their whips.”
His arms tightened around me, muscles a wire of tension. “Were they standing before me now, I’d watch their flesh burn from their bones.” He reached out and drew part of the flame to his palm, holding it there in front of me. “No one would be spared of my wrath.”
I slid my hand along the length of his arm and let my fingers drift across the flame, smiling at the hum of energy that tingled beneath my skin.
He turned his palm over and dragged the fire up my arm, sending a warm vibration down to my bones.
Lost to the sensation, I shuttered my eyes and tipped forward, letting him run his warm palm over my back.
He drew a line of exhilarating heat over the curves and dips of my body, and when he reached the fleshy cheeks of my backside, I let out a quiet moan. “I don’t know a soul, besides myself and a very select few mages, who can touch the flame without disintegrating.”
I smiled. “What is the strange tingling?”
“Sablefyre energy. It gives off a powerful vibration. Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
He slid his hand over my hip, to the apex of my thighs, and I gripped his wrist before his fingers could go further.
“Zevander, we shouldn’t.”
“And yet, you’re not pushing my hand away.”
I sucked my lip into my mouth, his palm flat across my pelvic bone, that vibrating heat spreading deep inside me.
“Say the word, and I will not touch you tonight. But, gods, Maevyth, I want to touch you so badly, I’m burning in agony.”
Telling him I didn’t crave his touch would’ve been a lie. “She’ll hear us.”
“Is that all that concerns you?”
“Yes.”
“You’re certain?”
At my nod, his other hand came up from under me, and he slid his palm over my mouth, his body urging me forward until I almost lay on my stomach, my face half-hidden in crumpled velvet. His knee nudged the back of my thigh, spreading my legs wider apart, and when he reached down between them, my breath hitched. The warm buzz struck my sensitive flesh with such intensity, I jerked forward on contact.
Slow and controlled, he ran his finger up and down my wet seam, stoking my arousal.
I curled my fingers into the blanket, and with a long, droning moan, smothered by his palm, I writhed against him. Waves of unbearable pleasure and heat pulsed through my body, every muscle contracting. He slipped his finger inside of me and rested his forehead against my back.
“Seven hells, Lunamiszka. The sounds you’re making stir a violent need inside of me.” He dragged his tongue up the length of my spine and kissed my shoulder, the steel of his piercings hot against the back of my thigh, as if the flame inside him also stirred.
