Page 83 of Clash of Storms
Stepping back, he let her fingers slide through his, holding her gaze as the rain splattered down over them.
Then Sirius stepped beneath the overhang, daring her to join him.
* * *
She cameto him with the storm in her eyes.
And the second she kissed him, he lost all his hard-fought control.
Sirius's mouth slammed down over hers, and his arms wrapped around her pliant body, bending her spine backward as he claimed her. Ferocious need lit through him,yearsof pent up lust and fury suddenly coursing through his veins.Mine, something dark and possessive whispered, and he could no longer fight his desire.
Dragging a hand under her bottom, he hooked her leg up, thrusting into the vee of her hips. Malin gasped, and lightning danced through her eyes as he went to his knees, somehow curling her under him. Her back hit the fur of his cloak, and he pressed her down, pinning her wrists to the floor as every inch of thedrekiwithin him demanded he claim her.
No. Court her. Woo her.
Make this good for her.
Sirius pressed his forehead to hers, breathing hard as he fought to contain himself. It was one thing to lie with her, but he couldn't risk the bond forming between them. He'd never be able to leave her at Rurik's court if he did, and he needed to. It was the only way to make certain she was safe.
But surely, surely he could have just one taste of her?
"Sirius," she whispered, her face angling enough to bring her lips in alignment with his.
"Do you want me?" he asked, though it sounded almost like a plea. And the intonation was wrong:Do you wantme?
"I couldn't resist you."
And then her mouth found his in the darkness.
A kiss to burn into his memory, their tongues lashing together as passion overtook them.
Reaching behind her, he tugged carelessly at the buttons of her gown. Her hand fisted in his shirt for balance, until her gown was undone.
"Lie back," he whispered, tugging her sleeves down her arms.
Malin surrendered, watching as he tugged her gown down over her legs. He'd caught glimpses of her before. The curve of her shoulder peeking through his cloak. The hint of her calves flashing as she rode astride, her skirts rucked up about her thighs. The soft flush of blood warming her skin as it crept below her bodice.
But it was nothing compared to having her beneath him clad only in her damp chemise.
"You're beautiful." He let his palms skate up her shins, thumbs stroking along the inside of her calves. "I've imagined this a thousand times, but there are... no words...."
"You have?"
He reached for her and she accepted his link, their minds becoming one. Sirius pictured one of his most vivid fantasies; of Malin joining him in the water the morning she'd found him swimming, instead of gaping at him. The calcium blue waters were no match for her milky skin. A ring of pink rose up her back, like a tidal marker. She'd be pink all over if she lowered herself into the heated waters, but he didn't want her to lower herself. Sirius circled her from behind, sweeping her wet hair over her shoulder, his lips brushing against the indentation of her spine. Capturing her wrists, he drew them behind her, and her breasts broke free of the water, nipples begging for his mouth—
This time it was Malin's turn to try and send him an image.
He saw himself through her eyes. Water streaming down over his bare chest as he strode from the heated spring, steam parting like a curtain. His pendant hung between the heavy slab of his pectorals, and the ripple of his abdominal muscles was revealed with every step. And there, the proud jut of his cock, clasped by a thick thatch of dark hair—
"You wicked devil. You looked."He was delighted.
The image vanished and he found her blushing beneath him. "I could hardly fail to notice. The Blackfrost is a... commanding presence. All over."
He brushed his knuckles over the soft swell of her stomach."Do you want to touch?"
Theyeswas in her eyes.
Reaching over his shoulder, he tore his shirt over his head and cast it aside.
