Page 21 of Fire Kissed
“I have to go,” Rhys murmurs against the press of my lips as I kiss her cutting words away.
My hand tangles in her hair, roughly pulling her harder against me, and her pleasure hums across my tongue. There’s a fight within us that’s showing itself with every ounce of affection we show each other. There’s a violence in our passion now.
Because neither of us wants to admit that this can’t last.
My hands find her hips, and the shirt she’s wearing as a dress is pushed up her lush thighs. Every part of her is soft and intoxicating and...
“Shit, Rhys,” I groan into her, growling more than ever the moment I realize there’s nothing beneath the shirt.
Not a single scrap of lace even separates her sweet cunt from my touch.
“I—I have to—,” she says.
And then my index finger parts her pussy lips. Her wetness soaks over my palm with the slow exploration I make even lower. The exhale that slips between us is jagged and cutting and needy as fuck.
“You have to go,” I remind her, my mind and my body at war with what has to be done in this moment.
It hurts with a physical splitting in my very soul to imagine letting her go.
Again.
Even if I know Torben is keeping her as safe as he can.
It isn’t enough.
“I have to leave,” she echoes.
I nod as she kisses me so hard, her nails bite into my shoulders to drag me even closer. Sharp pain and pleasure burn through me. All because of this beautiful woman.
Fuck. That’s it.
I pull back from her and kick off the house slippers. Her balance wavers as she staggers back from me without my body there to support hers. But I quickly stride toward the door and start lacing up my dirty boots.
“What—I’m sorry, what?” she asks without an ounce of clarity in her tone.
“Let’s go,” I huff. I peer around the room at every item I’ve ever treasured.
And I honestly don’t give a single fuck if I ever see any of it again. If Hela puts me in a place worse than this... I’ll take it. I’ll take the punishment if I get one more night with my Goddess of Love. I’ll go anywhere she goes. No matter the price.
“Go where?” she asks as I swing open the heavy, black door.
My eyes burn into hers.
I’ll never let time slip in between us again.
Or even the Queen of Hell, for that matter.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here, Love.”
And just like that, I’ve made a choice.
I’ll fight for Rhys Love. I’ve never even fought for myself.
But I’ll fight for us.
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