Page 111 of A Crown of Tears and Treason
“I want…” I licked my lips and opened my eyes. “I want the same things.”
The ones we shouldn’t.
The ones we didn’t even dare mention.
I truly didn’t know what these sensations stirring in me were or what they demanded. But I knew I hadn’t felt them before and there was only one being who could quench them.
Zandyr.
His arms circled my waist, just like he had on the day we’d met, steadying me close to his chest.
“This is a bad idea,” he murmured into my hair.
He inhaled deeply, as if scenting me. My knees turned weak.
“The worst,” I mumbled, still not opening my eyes.
“We should go back to our rooms.”
We didn’t move. Tension rose, sealing us in our own little bubble. The rain still fell, but I couldn’t hear anything past the rush of my heart trying to beat itself out of my chest and delve into his.
To feel him closer. Feel our breaths mingle.
That’s it.
That’s all I wanted.
Dangerous.
I tilted my head toward him, opening my eyes. I wanted to tell him to leave. To go back and forget about this.
Instead, I licked my lips again as my eyes darted to his mouth. A low murmur vibrated through his throat.
We were so close, I swore I could feel his heart beat underneath his thick armor. That small space, only a breath of distance between us, blazed with so many possibilities.
As if daring us to cave.
His eyes grew darker the longer we stayed there, intertwined and wanting.
My palms splayed on his armor. Whether to push him or pull him closer, I didn’t know. His hold on my waist tightened.
“Horrible idea,” I whispered, leaning forward.
Then his lips claimed mine and I was lost.
Lost in a myriad of sensations I’d never encountered before.
The softness of his mouth on mine, moving with a gentleness that I never thought possible from him.
The leathery, forbidden scent of him, that shouldn’t invade my senses like it did.
It took my full control to remain grounded in the whirlwind of emotions raging through me.
Zandyr’s breaths heated up my already blazing cheeks. His hands roamed on my back, gentle caresses stoking whatever this fire inside me was.
I’d never felt this. This sensation of my entire body going up in flames and wanting more. An unnamed hunger grew with each swipe of his lips against mine, almost pleading to go further.
Deeper.
