Page 51 of Escaping Hallow Hill Academy
Warm fingers glide over my ribs, my spine, the small of my back. Even as his hot breath kisses my ear. He’s everything. And he’s all around me.
And suddenly, the hurt doesn’t exist in me anymore.
It’s forgotten for a teetering moment.
It’s like a push and pull of feelings swirl inside of me. He takes. And he gives. It’s so much so that a soft glow illuminates the darkness between us. It’s golden, and it kisses my skin.
It’s him.
His runes flicker to life with the touch of my embrace. Carving lines and sharp angles blessed by the Lady herself burn bright along his flesh.
It’s an intense sight to see.
Almost as intense as the groan he hisses out against my throat. That delicious sound shivers across my skin, and I can't stop my fingers from skimming along his smooth biceps. I trace every lit line drawn over his flesh. It’s hot to the touch. Hot and addicting. Magic stings there at the tips of my fingertips. The simple touch alone seems to affect him.
His sharp breathing.
His tense muscles.
His . . . hard dick.
“Sia,” I whisper as he holds me.
His palm slips lower, and my hips instinctively shift against this.
Everything in us lights up together and I just know: this is why the academy paired us up. They wanted me to fix whatever is broken inside this beautiful man.
And along the way, he’s fixed me with nothing more than the magic of finding someone who understands what it’s like to be so rare and lost all at the same time. I just never ever realized it until now.
“Sialen,” I say on more of a sigh than a request.
The breath in his lungs fans across my collarbone as his nose gently grazes down the curve of my neck, and he breathes me in in the slowest savory way. Nerves fire through me, and I angle my throat for him, but he follows the line of my jaw.
He follows the soft curve of my features so far.
That his mouth lingers just above mine.
As he stares down on me with hooded, questioning eyes.
The warmth of magic alights our features with soft shadows and a mixture of uncertain lust.
It’s lust.
That’s all it is.
Nothing more.
Even if I do want it more than I want to escape this fucking academy.
I want . . . I want . . .
His lips brush ever so softly against mine.
“I want you.” The plea slips out like a cry in the dark.
He gives into that cry the moment I say it. He gives in just like I do. We do it in a way that makes me think our entire lives were building up just to bring us together in a mess of crashing chaos.
Soft lips slam hard against mine, and the pounding of his boots against the floor walks me back until my shoulders collide with the wall. His kiss is rough and soothing all at the same time. Every breath I breathe of him is like finding air for the first time in my gasping existence. It’s realizing I’ve never truly breathed easy until now.
