Page 119 of A Dagger of Ice and Intrigue
Time stopped existing as we kept staring at each other, neither moving, neither speaking.
It could have been an hour or less than a breath, but finally, mercifully, his mouth captured mine.
This wasn’t the tentative pressing of my lips against his, almost like a question I was too afraid to ask.
This was raw and powerful and too enticing. He didn’t just kiss, he demanded.
His tongue delved inside my mouth, seeking and pulling sighs out of me I’d never made in my entire life. Under the strength of his body, my own molded itself against him unashamedly.
I didn’t know what his lips were doing to me, but my body was burning. Protectorate powers always seared and heated meup when they burst out of me, but this was a different kind of blaze.
Illogical.
Raw.
Uncontrolled.
From me, not the Commander. Though his hand on the back of my head was gentle, it had a firmness that dripped with control.
It made memelt.
His other hand grasped my hip, with that same steady touch, drawing me even closer to him. I arched into him without wonderingwhymy body wanted to be entwined with his. It just did, as close as possible.
This was nothing like kissing Waden, who’d seemed to want to consume me whole whenever our lips touched. Like he greedily wanted to drink my very essence until he’d sucked me dry.
Kissing the Commander was like losing the air in my lungs and getting his in return. A careful dance he orchestrated and directed, but one focused on me.
The Commander claimed my mouth like a man who’d held too much back and now refused to restrain himself a second more.
I arched my back further, his hand glided to the base of my spine to support me.
A moan raced past my lips, he nipped at my lips, wanting another one. No,demanding.
I turned my face to the side, his lips descended upon my throat, tongue twirling in maddening patterns that set my skin ablaze.
He was so completely attuned to me that every movement, every flutter of my eyelids, every sharp inhale was rewarded withanother touch, another lick, another tug on my hair that drove me wild.
All thoughts of Waden vanished, hopefully forever, when the Commander turned me around, hard and fast. The table’s edge would have dug into my lower back, but his hand protected me while his own body kept me upright.
With no hint of hesitation, I hopped onto the table, ignoring the crinkling of papers. My hands coiled around the back of his neck and I drew him into me.
We never broke the seal of our mouths.
As if now that we’d broken the barrier, we couldn’t break apart.
This was insane.
This maddening desire had sprung up inside of me and instead of dimming, each swipe of his tongue against mine made it soar harder and louder.
I didn’t even know his name–his real name–but I wanted it to drip from my lips like a prayer.
My blood rushed to my ears, blocking out everything other than the low rumbles in his throat.
I laid down on the table, exposing more of myself to him than I’d ever imagined. I hadn’t wanted to be revealed in front of him, and here I was, laying myself bare for him to feast on.
His massive frame covered me, arms enveloping me once more as he did terrible, lovely things to my neck. His teeth sunk in a bit harder, eliciting a shameless moan from me.
There I was, moaning and coiling my legs around his middle, while the papers holding his entire kingdom rustled around us, the sound mixing in with our erratic breaths.
