Page 25 of Darkness Consuming
The gentle shifting of her legs comes to a stop.
Good.
Go to sleep. So I can get back to trying to find her and forget the screwed up way I feel right now.
Soft lips press to my throat. I tense from the feel of it as a tingling sensation courses all through my veins.
My eyes open just as she pulls back, her pretty gaze searching mine. My tongue rolls across my lower lip and she watches my mouth intently before tilting her head and skimming her soft lips to the curve of my neck once more.
Her palm pushes against my chest, fingertips curling lightly against my skin.
Her lips part and the heat of her tongue sears across the scar of the Wild Hunt that slices up my neck. My eyes close from the tingling feel of it.
I don’t know what the fuck she’s doing.
“You know I’m not a hallucination, right?” A smirk pushes at the corner of my mouth and unfortunately, she pulls back from me, putting too much space between our bodies.
Cameron’s fucking hand still lays possessively across her hip. But I no longer see it. All I see is the heat in her eyes. The way she’s looking at me.
It could burn me alive.
She looks at me … like she actually likes me. Me. Not my body. Or my power.
Me.
Her teeth sink into her lower lip, biting it slowly. Without hesitation, I lean into her. I hold her gaze, keeping my eyes on hers as my chest presses against her breasts.
Then my mouth is gentle against hers.
It isn’t at all like the first time. It isn’t hungry. It isn’t for survival or whatever lies she tried to tell herself. It’s for us.
Right now. All the shit we’ve been through. All the teasing and taunting. Our relationship comes down to this one kiss.
And what a fucking kiss it is.
My tongue slips across her lips and her tongue meets mine in an instant. She lets me caress her. My tongue makes slow work of stroking along hers.
My palm pushes through her hair, holding her against my mouth. She hums a quiet breath and I’m faintly aware of how quiet she’s trying to be. It only makes me want to make her moan. I suddenly want to make her scream my name.
But now is not the time. Now is the time for quiet kisses.
While some other man holds her in his arms.
And for some fucked up reason, I don’t even care.
Because she’s never felt more like mine than she does right now.
