Page 82 of Bound
“I’m not,” she snaps over her shoulder. “I’m going to sleep, and you’re leaving.”
Like Hells.
I grab her arm and spin her in the middle of the floor. My hand is large around her small wrist. Fingers overlapping. She stares up at me, her eyes wide but her breathing fast.
“You kissed me earlier,” I murmur, watching her. “Why?”
“So I could take your magick,” she says, pulling against my hold. My grip remains steadfast.
I crowd her front and my legs brush hers, denim to that smooth porcelain skin. The dark circle of her pupils contract and widen, spilling the first hint of lilac light from her irises.
My member pulses.
“Is that the only reason?” I ask, lowering my head closer to hers.
She stares up at me, her face almost fearful. But I don’t miss the pant to her breath. The slight part to those lush lips. “Yes.”
My mouth curves. “Liar.”
Her features fall into forlorn lines. “What do you want me to say, Gage? That I kissed you because I knew I would never get another chance? That it seemed like a good idea, and I have thought of nothing else since you left?”
My heart tumbles through my chest, sinking deep into my gut as her words ring with clarity. With truth.
Every. Single. Fucking. One.
Somehow she wants me as much as I want her. An exiled Fae. The lost Aos Sí.
It’s like a roar of triumph through me. And it’s the only excuse for why I press her hands to my chest and haul her up against me. There is no moving away this time. I drop my head without waiting for permission, cinching her mouth to mine.
She makes a sound of protest, struggling in my hold. My hand slips into her gorgeous fucking hair. I tilt her head, fitting our mouths more fully as I wait.
One hard beat of my heart. Two.
Her hands clench into my shirt and she moans so ardently that I swear I could explode just from the husky tone. I sweep my tongue over her bottom lip and she tenses, but only long enough for me to do it again. Her lips part on a small mewl of need.
The moment they do, I deepen the kiss, staking a claim on her mouth like I need to do with her body. Her hunger seems to match mine, heating her skin as she clings to me, her small frame pressing all along my front.
Every inch of her is soft, feminine. And her scent …
I suck in a deep breath as I ease back to keep from startling her with my hunger.
She sways a bit, her cheeks flushed, her lips so plump. Edible, even. “Gage?” My name in that tone should be illegal.
I stroke the back of my finger over her cheek and lean my forehead against hers. “Yes, Amoret?”
“Will you …” She trails off, her lashes fluttering to show triple lines of color so bright they cast a faint glow over everything near. “Will you … lay with me?”
My gut clenches and my length jerks in my jeans.
I hesitate. Torn. There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t. One is in the infirmary. The reason I came here.
No. The reason I came here was because I needed her. I need this. However much she can give me.
“Amoret …” Her eyes open, waiting. “I shouldn’t.”
The light in her irises fades. I grab her face between my hands as her features close off. “No,” I say fast. “Don’t. Not for any reason that you’re thinking.”
She stares up at me. “Then why? Why kiss me at all?”
