Page 46 of Seduced By Darkness
He draws back, as if sensing my hesitance. But it’s too late. It was too late the second he touched me.
I kiss him back. Hard.
It’s like I give him permission. Sliding a hand down my spine, he sinks those firm fingers into my ass and hauls me against him. Everything is heat. He could set me alight with a single kiss and when his tongue strokes against mine, my entire body wilts into his embrace.This. I want this. A shiver runs through me as if the lash of his tongue echoes within. I can practically feel it between my thighs and my mind rewards me of a flashback of last night, when he laid waste to the slit between my thighs.
The enemy.
I’m kissing the enemy.
What are you doing?whispers the part of me that I really should listen to. Common sense, perhaps.
But common sense dictates I shove him away from him, demand that he won’t tell a soul about this, and then return to my tent where I will never see him again. Common sense would have me bound at the wrist to Etan, forced into his bed and his life and shackled by every whim he ever has. Common sense is what has made me hold my tongue all these years, when my mother stared me down.
Common sense needs to die a convenient death.
There’s no reason to this. Nothing beyond need. And maybe there’s a little part of me that likes that it’s him I’m kissing. This is freedom. My mother would kill me if she knew I was here, and there’s a vindictive sort of pleasure in knowing that.
It’s Thiago who breaks the kiss first, resting his forehead against mine and breathing hard. “You ruin me,” he rasps. “All my good intentions…. Gone.”
“Likewise.” Pleasure hammers through my veins. I splay my hand over his chest, digging my fingertips into the hard muscle there. I barely had a chance to explore last night.
Thiago’s eyes open and he stares down at me, a dangerous smile curling over his mouth. “This is so wrong.”
“I know.” The whisper is torn from my lips.
“I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to end this.” His thumb brushes over my breast, scraping against my nipple. “But I won’t have a repeat of last night.”
“What was wrong with last night?”
His mouth twists. “The second I touched you, I lost control. I was inside you before I could barely have a chance to explore.” He lifts my wrist to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the inside of my pulse. “And trust me, Princess. I want to explore.”
A shiver runs all the way through me as his tongue traces over those delicate veins.
“I—”
He suddenly freezes.
“What? What’s wrong?”
He captures my hand, pushing the sleeve of my gown higher until he can see the ring of bruises around my wrist. His touch is far more careful than it ought to be. Almost as if he can’t bear to see those marks that mar my olive skin.
I wrench my hand back to my chest. “Don’t.”
Our eyes meet, and there’s something dark and dangerous stirring within him, something intense that traps me in its spell, until the world drops away from around me.
“Who did this to you?” So dangerous, that voice. “Who hurt you?”
“It’s nothing.”
The muscle in his jaw flexes. “These weren’t on you last night. I didn’t— I didn’t hurt you?”
Oh gods. Relief shears through me. “No. It wasn’t…. You didn’t bruise me.”
But someone did, his eyes say.
“It’s nothing.”
“Didshedo this?” There’s murder in his eyes, and it’s a shock to realize he would kill my mother for daring to touch me.
