Page 95 of Promise of Darkness
He brushes his lips across mine—a feather stroke of a touch that leaves me hungry for more. I turn my face to chase his touch, but he draws back. Taunting me. Teasing me. The message is clear.
I bite his lower lip, nibbling on the soft flesh in a clear response.Just try and resist me.
Our mouths meet again, and this time he captures my wrists as he bites me back.
Dark eyes burn as they lock on me. “Oh, Vi.” He slides a possessive hand behind the base of my skull and then hauls me toward him.
Our lips meet. Fuse.
It’s the kiss that’s been promised from the moment I met him. The one I saw in his eyes every cursed time he looked at me. Both sweet and achingly hot. Demanding. Wanting more than I thought I could give.
I stretch up on my toes, my palms sliding down over the ripple of his abdomen as his fingers curl in my hair. Then there’s no more time for thought. No chance for regret. He hauls me against him as if the dams have finally broken, unleashing the fury and passion within him.
Then I’m in his arms, my thighs straddling his waist as he lurches to the right.
I gasp as my back meets the bed.
This is more than I’d intended, but as he kneels between my thighs, I can’t find the breath to protest. For all that my mind holds no memories of him, my body seems to have no such qualms.
“Does this help you remember?” he breathes in my ear, his tongue lashing against my lobe as his entire weight settles upon me. “Or this?” He rocks against me, the hard grind of his erection lined up right where I want it.
Oh, sweet gods.
I arch my head back, the lash of sensation obliterating all rational thoughts. “Maybe…. Or maybe you should continue.”
The rasp of his stubble brushes my throat as he kisses his way south. “How am I going?”
“Definitely… coming back to me,” I gasp as that hard, callused hand finds the curve of my breast, palming it with rough urgency.
Then his hot mouth is trailing across my breast, his thumb finding my nipple through my shirt. I gasp as pure sensation arcs through me like a lightning bolt. His mouth follows his thumb, and I catch a fistful of his hair as he suckles on my nipple through the linen.Sweet Maia. Whatever history we might have shared, he clearly knows my body as intimately as he knows his own.
“How’s this?” he breathes, looking up the length of my body with a devilish smile on his lips.
“Sweet goddess.” I drag his face to mine, capturing that wicked mouth before it can do any more damage.
Our lips fuse, and I can feel the passion igniting between us. Thiago ravages my mouth like a drowning man seeking water. My nails rake down his bare shoulders, digging into pure muscle, and a groan tears from my lips as he sinks between the cradle of my thighs, rocking against me.
It’s too much.
Hard fingers stroke their way up my thigh, and his gaze locks upon mine as if in challenge. Back and forth. Back and forth. Knuckles questing their way higher until I’m holding my breath, trying not to squirm. Trying not to rock my hips against him.
“The first time I fucked you, we took no time for such niceties,” he tells me. “But the second time, you stole away from your mother’s court and met me in the ruins of Hammerdale. You told me you couldn’t betray your mother unless I promised you my heart. So I gave it to you then and there. Forever, Vi. Forever mine. And I won you over with soft kisses”—like the one he presses against my jaw—“and gentle touches”—those knuckles brush against the leather covering my thigh—“and the hot lash of my tongue, right… here.”
I nearly die as his touch finds me.
He rubs those fingers between my thighs, and I’ve never hated my leather breeches more.
“Your mother proclaimed me a thief, Vi. But I never stole a thing that wasn’t freely given. And I never will.”
The touch vanishes.
“Don’t you dare stop.” I grab his wrist.
“No?” He bites at my lower lip, his thumb brushing back and forth over that seam, igniting a million nerves. “Then beg me, Vi. Beg me to shatter you. Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you scream.”
Yes.I throw my head back, arching my spine. “Please, oh,please.”
He tugs at the leather of my breeches, jerking them apart roughly, and then his fingers slide beneath my waistband, slipping between the wet crevice until they find me. “Beg harder. Tell me how much you want my touch. Tell me how you can’t live another moment without it.”
