Page 75 of The Midnight Order
“I—No. It’s like I said…” His finger dragging across my lips silences me, and I stifle the need to whimper with his skin touching mine.
The gleam of daylight against his mask reveals the reality of his curse, glaring me down and reminding me of the very real nature of why he’s toying with me.
I’m some fated key to his curse, and he needs me.
But even if he does, he could just take it, right?
The closer he inches his face to mine, the more I’m arguingforwhatever he’s about to do to me, even if logic says they’re using me for their own gains.
An electric current vibrates through my body, like the waves of power shooting from a broken power line in a storm.
“Tell the truth, Sil. You know what they say.”
He’s leading me down a path of destruction, and I’m inclined to take his hand and skip there beside him.
“What do they say?” I breathe, unable to stop the way my eyes grow heady, and my breath expels in little pants.
“It will set you free,” he whispers against my lips, chuckling darkly when a small moan escapes me, and my knees wobble.
“Don’t leave me hanging like you did before,” I blurt, not caring where the words or nerves came from.
“I didn’t leave you hanging. I’m bound to listen to Jasper as my creator. What he says goes. Even if I wanted to rip his heart from his chest to go against his order to keep you under my thumb, or was it my fingers?”
I bite back another moan, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as he still hovers close, teasing me with his proximity, and I’m feeding from the cloud of him like I’m a hungry tornado.
“Nothing about this situation makes sense to me,” I admit to him softly, and a softness I haven’t seen before enters his eyes.
“Why does it have to? Just live, Sil. Let whatever is fated to happen, do so. Take the good with the bad, and stop trying tooveranalyze everything. Because, trust me, you’re not going to find reason in how magic and vampires operate.”
The entire time he gave his little speech, he’d been grazing his nose back and forth over mine, razzing me as I tried my damnedest to keep my head above the waters of this attraction between us.
With the memories of the other night in the basement, there’s no way to do that, however.
“What is it you want from me, Silver?” he whispers, and I’m helpless to the racing of my heart and the drumming of the blood in my veins.
Helpless to this feeling.
“Kiss me,” I plead.
Chapter 20
Asher
Her words are no morethrough my brain when my body heeds her command. Dropping the sledgehammer, I grab her face, turning her to slam her back against an exposed stud.
The cup in her hand drops to the floor, its contents spilling across the wood floor in a heated splash.
My lips connect with hers, and the memory of the other night and the way it felt to have her tied up and moaning my name spurs my tongue to spread her lips.
She curls her leg around the back of one of mine, and I press into her, deepening the kiss as her hands cup either side of my face.
It’s not like the other night in the dungeon.
It’s slow and meaningful.
Fraught with something bigger than both of us.
Her tongue meets mine, rippling against every thrust I give her, and I swallow each little breathy moan she lets free.
