Page 140 of Clash of Storms
That hand stroked down the curve of his spine. "But that's precisely what I intend to do," Malin continued, her voice soft enough make all the hairs on his spine rouse. Her thighs softened around his waist, and he sucked in a sharp breath as he pressed intimately against her. "Bringing you to your knees is what I do best."
He drew back and looked at her.
The smile on her lips was not meek.
Not mild.
No. It was that of adrekifemale well-pleased with herself. And the dark of her pupils was burning away, replaced by the vibrant amber of her innerdreki. Malin's pupils became cat-slit, and Sirius caught his breath as he stared down into her eyes.
"I won't break, my love," she whispered. "And I want you too. So much. The last time you were between my thighs, you reneged on fulfilling the promise you'd made me. It's been driving me crazy ever since."
"What promise was that?"
Biting her lip, she brushed her knuckles down his sleeves. "You said you were going to claim me."
Raising her head off the furs, Malin captured his mouth, suckling his lower lip between her teeth and nipping him."You said you were going to do any number of wicked things to me. And you didn't."
Sweet. Mother. Of. Dragons.
Sirius shuddered, thrusting against her. No matter how powerful he was, she wrapped him around her finger with a single blazing look from those eyes. He was utterly in thrall to her. Spellbound.
"I might not be gentle."
The sharpness of her teeth almost drew blood.
Fine. Sirius growled. She'd proven her point. She didn't want gentle.
No, she wanted the Blackfrost.
Slipping her sleeve from her shoulder revealed the creamy skin of her décolletage. Sirius's breath refracted back off her skin as he skimmed his lips across her collarbone, worshipping the touch of her body like a reverent man.
Malin shivered, and then his mouth was nuzzling against the slope of her breast. His sharp, indrawn breath echoed hers as he nudged the lace aside and found her nipple.
Looking up to gauge her expression, Sirius closed his mouth over that taut bud.
"Are you trying to torture me?" she gasped, her fist curling in his hair.
His mouth went dry. She was perfect.
He suckled hard.
"Yes."He told her, on a psychic link."As you have tortured me."
A soft cry spilled from her lips."I never...tortured you."
"Being so close to you and not being able to touch was torture itself."
Malin grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced his lips to break from her skin."Whose fault was that?"
"You would never have accepted me."
Heat crept through her cheeks, but her gaze remained fierce."It took me barely a week to accept you, once you'd shown me who you truly were. No, I think you were scared."Malin's eyes softened as she stroked the golden eye patch that covered his scarred eye."You shouldn't have been. How could I resist you? This was fate. This was written in the stars before we were even born. You should have trusted the Goddess. And then you wouldn't have known such sweet torture."
And he kissed her because words could no longer accurately express his feelings for her.
The kiss burned the pair of them, his hands growing desperate on her skin.
He needed more. He needed the taste of her under his tongue and the sound of her scream in his ears.
