Page 161 of Promise of Darkness
Pushing against his hold, pushing hungrily into his mouth, it’s like I set something loose inside him, for he responds in kind. His hands slide down my ribs, tangling in wet fabric. There’s too many layers between us, and a thwarted moan escapes me. I want those hands on my skin. No, I need them. I want his mouth, his touch, the bite of his teeth—
Thiago laughs, and I realize I’m biting his lower lip, as if to convey exactly what I need.
“Anyone would think you were the one who’s spent all these years wanting what he can’t have,” he whispers, the stubble on his cheek scraping my jaw as he nips at my chin.
“Who said you can’t have it?”
His eyes darken. “I guess that decision is yours. It’s always yours.”
And then he bites my chin, his lips grazing my throat as he works his way down.
I arch my head back, moaning a little. “You’re making it very difficult to make a clear-headed judgement here.”
Those lips pause. “Better?”
“Don’t stop.” I grab a fistful of his hair and kiss his mouth. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I can feel his smile against my mouth but there’s no time to think of anything more, for his tongue is lashing against mine, and his hands finally find the hem of my shirt and tug it free of my leggings.
Then all I can feel are the roughened calluses on his hands as they glide up my stomach, higher—
His thumb finds the bindings that cover my breasts, and I almost let forth a snarl of thwarted rage.
“Are you sure, Vi?” he whispers in my ear. “Because if we go any further, then I’m not going to let you go. I’m not going to let you out of my bed.”
As if in answer, I grab the hem of my shirt and haul it over my head. It lands somewhere behind me on the tiles with a wet slap. Then my hands are back on his skin, gliding over the sleek wet muscles of his shoulders. He’s enormous. The bulk of his trapezius muscles alone would take me all week to lick.
I’m game to try to conquer the task though.
“I’m sure. Do you think I’d release the Erlking for any old prince?”
His eyes darken, and maybe it’s too soon for that jest.
Indeed, as he captures my mouth, my suspicions are confirmed. His kiss is hot and fierce, one hand locking on my jaw as if to pin me there. Every hard inch of him presses me into the wall, and then his teeth graze down my throat and a gasp escapes me as he captures my nipple in his mouth. It’s too much and not enough, and damn the Underworld, but I want more. I want everything. I want him like I’ve never wanted in my life.
“Please.” I’m undulating against him, grinding shamelessly against the hard thrust of his erection.
Thiago laughs softly. “You never were patient.”
Patient?I grab a fistful of his hair.
“I want you. Now.”
If there’s an easy way to get wet leather leggings off, then I’m sure the Old Ones are laughing at me right now. Thiago has to take over, grabbing me by the hips and sitting me on the edge of the pool as he tears them down my legs. Thumbs dig into my thighs as he parts them and steps between them. The tiles are cold on my ass, but he doesn’t give me a chance to overthink it.
Instead, his mouth is on mine again. Palms skate up the sides of my waist as he deftly removes my undergarments. He shreds the silk between my thighs with a hiss, his eyes dark with pure desire.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this.” Hands curling under my ass, he hauls me closer.
I have precisely two seconds to realize what his intentions are, and then the roughness of his stubble is marking my inner thighs.
Blessed Mother of Night.
Thiago’s hot mouth moves over my core, and his tongue is just as good as he proclaimed it.
He makes me beg for mercy, fingers curling in his hair. I arch my spine and slam my head on the tiles, and still he doesn’t relent until I’m a sobbing mess shattered by pleasure.
It’s only afterwards, when I come to with my head resting against his chest, warm and relaxed in his arms, that I realize he’s dragged me back into the water.
