Page 36 of Soulbound
His heart started beating a little faster. Sebastian brought his other hand up and captured her face in both hands. The drugging taste of her swept through him, stirred by an incubus's magic, but tempered by the pure flame of his own desire.
Cleo's lips parted, and he could feel the wetness of her mouth glide over his. His tongue whispered over her top lip, and she stilled, then the tip of her tongue danced against his.
Yes. There was no space between them as he swept her into his arms, pressing the heated steel of his cock against her belly. His mouth grew bold, and he sank his fingers through her silken hair, cupping the base of her skull so he could plunder her.
She stopped breathing. Started again. He had the feeling he ought to stop, before it went any further, because if he kept going, then it wouldn't end at this. Sebastian drew back, staring down into those black eyes from barely an inch away, their breaths mingling.
It was wrong. Terribly wrong, to start thinking of other illicit delights he could take, but his hand seemed to have a mind of its own. It wandered across the scallop of gold lace that decorated her décolletage, his thumb stroking the silk of her sleeve.
Cleo sucked in a breath.
And there were no words needed. Not right now.
For the "yes" was in her eyes. Eyes that made a man forget himself.
This time she kissed him, stretching up on her toes to blatantly capture his mouth. His hand moved, thumb tracing the curve of the exposed part of her breast. The sensation seared his brain. Soft. Softer than any silk could ever be. He had a sudden flash of what the rest of her skin would feel like beneath his hands, his mouth, the press of his body....
Cleo's fist curled in his cravat, as if she sensed his sudden urgency. He muscled her back against the wall of the gatehouse, their mouths parting for a brief moment as she gasped. Then his hand closed over her breast, and she pushed into it, her hips meeting his own, even as he sank his other hand through acres of silk skirts to grip the heat of her bottom.
"Cleo." He kissed her chin, her jaw, raking his teeth down her throat. The sharp edge of her clavicle met his hungry mouth, and he palmed the soft weight of her breast, focused on only one goal.
"Don't stop," she begged, and it was as though someone had lit a match and set it to oil. Need, fierce and furious, roared through her. A need to be fulfilled. He could feel it even through the muted shields he'd set on their bond.
Someone had lit that match, he thought, even as his mouth found the slope of her breast. Suddenly all he could see was the amused look in Gray’s eyes when he noticed Sebastian glaring at him.
An incubus's kiss.
He drew back, capturing her face as he breathed hard, pressing their foreheads together. His lips tingled. His cock raged. He wanted nothing more than to lift those infuriating skirts and find the heat at the heart of her.
But he couldn't stop remembering Gray's smirk.
"Don't stop," Cleo whispered, her hands sliding under his coat and traversing the silk of his waistcoat.
A muscle jumped in his jaw. It would be easy to oblige. He wanted to. And that was amazing in itself, for he'd never, ever, wanted sex. "Verity and Bishop will be here with the carriage anytime soon."
Was that his voice? So low and raspy?
Cleo turned her face away, her fists clenching in his waistcoat.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. He shouldn't have started this. Not that he'd been able to deny either of them.
Fireworks exploded in the night, making him jump. "Merde."
A dozen dogs set up howling on nearby farmsteads, and then his arms were full of soft heat as Cleo practically wrapped herself around him. He'd quite forgotten where they were.
"Sorry," she whispered, looking up at the sky.
The red and gold flowers blooming in the sky above Malachi's manor painted their reflection across her skin, like one of Monet's watercolors. Something stirred in his chest at the sight of her face like this, all passion-flushed and softening into pleasure at the sight of the fireworks. Another racket of them went up with a boom, crackling into life in the velvet sky, but Sebastian couldn't tear his gaze from her face.
She could be the ruin of you. Your utter destruction.
For there was little in his life that he'd ever truly longed for.
His heart slowly kicked in his chest, and he tested the bond to make sure his shields were fully engaged, hoping she hadn't felt that thought.
But Cleo wasn’t looking at him anymore. Her fingers curled around his upper arm, her head tilted sharply to the side, even as he lowered his face to hers once more. "Stop!"
Sebastian froze, feeling her fumble for him psychically. He slowly let her in.
