Page 57 of Clash of Storms
With a snarl, Sirius's hand wrapped around the back of her thigh, seeming to burn right through her stocking, and he forced her knee up halfway to her chest. Then the press of his erection was rubbing against her, separated from her flesh by the thin drape of a trapped segment of her skirts. Where he rubbed her, she felt molten and slick, the way she did when she used her fingers to pleasure herself.Needy.
There was no sign of the male she'd come to know as he captured her mouth again. His pupils were fully cat-slit, as if thedrekirode him hard.
Malin gasped, undulating beneath him. She didn't know what she wanted. Only that she needed it. Now. More.
Little sparks of effervescent lightning fired through her veins, and she rubbed herself against him, seeking oblivion. She'd chased it with her own fingers in the past, but the crest of the storm building within her threatened to wash all her wits away.
"Right here?" he rasped, and pressed her wrist flat to the grass as he rocked his hips against hers.
She couldn't help herself. She arched her head back, offering her throat. "Yes!"
Sirius bit her chin, her jaw, possessive little nips that sent a flare of lightning racing through her veins. And then an odd sort of tension began to fill him.
"Sirius," she cried. Begged.
But she could feel the silent withdrawal of his body. His kiss gentled upon her lips, becoming something eminentlymoreand yet less. A tender kiss, full of unspoken words. She thought she'd learned what need was in the past few minutes, but Sirius showed her she was wrong. This was no longer frantic, yet none the lesser for it. He stole her soul with that kiss, not merely her breath.
And there was a curse under his breath as he lifted his lips from hers. Stilled upon her.
"Malin." He captured her wrists and untangled her arms from around his neck, pressing her wrists to the grass. "Malin, stop. Or your first experience with kissing is not going to end at kissing."
Would that be such a terrible thing?Malin's chest heaved and she honestly thought about it.
"Yes, it would," he breathed, as if he could read her mind. His eyes darkened with pure heat. "Because if you take that step into my bed, Malin, then I promise I am never letting you go."
The sheer intensity of his voice made her draw back.
She swallowed.
Soft lips nuzzled under her jaw. "Don't look at me like that. You're the one who dragged me down for a second kiss."
They stared at each other, nose-to-nose, breath mingling.
Body pressed firmly to body. The world began to intrude again. Common sense. She could feel her skin blushing so hard it was a wonder there was any blood left in her heart to pump around her body.
"Well," Sirius said, in the most suggestive tone possible. "That was... unexpected."
His gaze dropped to her mouth, the silky flutter of his lashes darkening his cheeks.
Malin's breath caught as he leaned lower, his lips grazing hers. Once. Twice. A question she answered when she tilted her head, just slightly, and brushed her mouth against his.
Instantly, his hand splayed wide over her wrist. A soft groan echoed through his chest, a sound somewhat akin to anmmph; the soft, slightly amused sound of a man suddenly finding things to be quite unexpected.
He rocked forward, his weight pressing heavily upon her, and then lashed out behind him with one hand. "Curse you. Fuck off."
The spell was broken.
A loud snort filled her ear.
Malin jolted out of the dream, and so did Sirius. A shadow loomed over the pair of them, big velvety eyes shifting closer as Iškur nudged Sirius again as if to ask,what the hell are you doing?
What the hell indeed.
I just.... I— He....
Her chest felt like it was going to burst open.
Rolling onto one forearm, Sirius gave her a look she could only describe as faintly frustrated.
