Page 139 of Clash of Storms
Never dared hope.
But the silk of Malin's skin beneath his fingertips breathed flesh and blood life into the dream.
The sound of her words—I love you so much—echoed within his chest as if they could finally reach him, where nothing else could.
Thiswasreal.
And he finally felt like he deserved her.
They were bound together, their love witnessed by the entire court, and damned if he wasn't going to take full advantage of it. Ruthless bastard he might be, but she wasn't getting away from him now.
Bending low, Sirius swept Malin into his arms, the fall of her skirts cascading over his hand. The touch of her lips never left his, and she cupped his face with both hands, her tongue tracing a question.
He'd caught a glimpse of furs when he entered, and somehow he found them.
Setting her on her feet again, Sirius chased after her mouth, bending low until there was no more space left between them. Malin's hand slid behind his nape, and she stretched up onto her toes eagerly, her breasts pressed against his chest. Goddess, she tasted sweet. It was all he could do not to crush her up into his arms.
A muffled grunt echoed in his throat. It had been a chaste kiss so far, but he could feel thedrekipushing beneath the surface of his skin, demanding its due.Claim her. Make her yours.
Sirius gave himself over to the heated instincts warring within him. When he kissed her again, it was deeper and more insistent. Somehow he went to his knees, taking her down with him. He nudged her onto her back, kneeling over her.
When his tongue delved into her mouth, she gasped.
"You're so beautiful."
Every sound she made soothed the possessivedrekiwithin him.
"Sweet Goddess," Malin breathed, arching her throat as he trailed heated kisses down her chin and beneath her jaw. A shiver went through her as he rose over her. Bunches of skirts caught up between them until he was forced to snatch them out of the way. One rough hand curled over the bare skin of her thigh, and his cock surged.
One touch wasn't enough.
One kiss.... One taste....
It would never be enough.
He wanted all of her.
Hands rasping over the silk of her gown, Sirius cupped her breast in his palm, feeling the heated weight of her flesh. Malin moaned. The vicious flex of thedrekiwithin him bowed his spine, leaving him gasping. The urge to set his teeth in her skin and bite down until he marked her fair flesh—to shove up her skirts and simply take her—blazed through his veins.
Goddess curse him, but he needed a moment, or else he'd be rutting over her like some savage beast.
Sirius closed his eye, resting his forehead against hers. His cock pressed insistently against the placket of his trousers, yearning for him to press into her soft flesh. Breathing in and out, he fought thedrekidown, choking all those furious impulses until he could think again. Breathe.
"What's wrong?" Malin whispered, rubbing her hands up his arms.
"Nothing."
One of her palms slid up his nape. "It doesn't look like nothing."
Sirius nuzzled his face into the fragrant spill of her hair. "Would you believe I am having some issues with control, right now?"
That hand stilled.
"It's been ten years since I first saw you," he admitted hoarsely. "Ten years of wanting. Ten years of leashing all my instincts, and trying desperately to forget you. Knowing I never could." His hands curled in the silk of her dress. "I want to be inside you so fucking badly it aches." There was smooth skin under his stroking thumb. Her breast. His cock—the greedy bastard—practically wept, seed slicking over the sensitive tip. The world became tinted with amber as thedrekirose within him. "I want to do so many bad things to you...."
"Such as?" Her whisper caressed his ear as she turned her head.
Sirius's heart skipped a beat. "Don't tempt me."
