Page 82 of Clash of Storms
"Fair warning: if you keep looking at me like that," he growled, "I'm going to kiss you. Princess or not. Andri or not. I don't give a damn."
Thunder shivered through the air. Malin laced her fingers through his. And when she looked up his breath caught, for there was a sudden determination in her eyes.
"Then kiss me," she told him.
The breath went out of him. This was all he'd ever wanted.
Sirius cupped her face in his hands. Malin's breath hitched as he slowly lowered his mouth to hers, giving her all the time in the world to deny him if she wanted to. Her mouth softened, her lips melting beneath his and her fingers curling into his shirt. The first touch of her tongue brushed against him, soft and slick.
And that was where restraint died.
One of Sirius's hands cupped her bottom, hauling her against him, and the other clasped the back of her nape. He drew her up to his mouth, claiming her in a searing kiss. Malin's arms wrapped around his neck and Sirius's hand splayed wide over her ass, rocking her hips against his straining cock.
The kiss consumed him.
It was deep and hot and frantic. He'd waited a lifetime for a kiss like this. For Malin. Thedrekihissed within him until he was choking on his need. He fought to make this good for her, but it was as if the storm raging above them overtook all his best impulses.
Grabbing her beneath the thighs, he turned and set her on a rock so they were of a height. Malin splayed back, one hand fisting in his shirt. Her kiss-ravaged mouth seemed several sizes too big, and her eyes were glazed.
"Still alive?" he whispered, remembering their last encounter.
A smile curved her mouth—the type of smile he'd never seen on her lips before. It was wicked. "Barely." Malin ran her thumb up the buttons of his shirt, her eyes reflecting back a flash of lightning. "Yet I'm more than willing to be immolated."
Sirius stepped between the vee of her thighs, her skirts sliding up around her hips. He gave her a wolfish smile. "Remember those words when I decimate you. I am going to claim you, Malin. I am going to do so many wicked things to you."
"So far I've heard a lot of promises you haven't yet managed to fulfill."
"Haven't managed to...?" Oh, she was going to pay for that.
As if to taunt him, Malin lifted her face to lick his mouth.
His cock twitched and Sirius chased her lips as she withdrew. Nipped at them. Knowing what she wanted, he denied it. Never quite a kiss. Never quite touching her. His thumbs stroked the wool of her gown, but he kept the touch light, skimming. It became a heated game, desire smoldering within him as Malin grew frustrated.
Finally, her hand slid into his hair, clenching a fistful, and she growled as she captured his lips. Sirius breathed a laugh into her mouth.
"Impatient drekling,"he purred, linking with her.
"Stubborn dreki."
Rain splashed down over them. It slicked her skin, painting her gown to the small swell of her breasts.
His.
He kissed her throat, biting her under the jaw as thedrekishifted within him. Every inch of him rang with the desire to claim her, but he clenched the reins firmly. Malin deserved better. She wanted to be courted. She wanted romance. So he wooed her with soft, hungry kisses across her throat and down. His teeth skated over the slope of her breasts, earning a shudder and a gasp. The hard pebble of her nipples pushed through the wet wool of her gown as if to demand his attention.
Capturing her gaze, he lowered his mouth to her breast and suckled her nipple through her gown.
"Sirius!" Part plea. Part command. All gasp. Malin's spine arched, both hands clenching in his hair.
He slid a hand up her thigh, sliding her skirts up further as he sucked hard. Malin's hand clamped upon his, holding it there for a second. Their eyes met as she drew back, and then a look of fierce determination came over her. Slowly, she slid his hand higher, an invitation in her eyes and touch.
"Are you certain?" he breathed.
His thumb stroked the inside of her thigh, and Malin quivered.
"Show me."
Not here. He set her down carefully, glancing toward a rocky overhang in the cliff. "Another warning: if you enter that cave, then I'm not going to stop until you're beneath me."
