Page 47 of Seduced By Darkness
I can’t breathe all of a sudden.
The last person who tried to protect me was tortured and cast from the castle. After Nanny Redwyne disappeared, I swore I’d never let myself love another person again.
But holding your emotions at bay means withdrawing from the world.
Maybe that’s why I’m so vulnerable to his touch. Maybe it’s because a part of me is do desperate tobetouched.
“It’s nothing,” I repeat. “I… I did the wrong thing.”
Thiago visibly swallows down his fury. “I have no right to ask. I have no right to… protect you.” He hates the thought, I can tell. Sliding his fingers through mine, he lifts my hand once more, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. “I have no right to even tell you what you should and shouldn’t do. You’re not mine.” His voice roughens. “You can never me mine. But if there is one thing I know it is this—you deserve to be treated with respect. There’s nothing you could have done to have earned this, and whoever set hands to you in anger deserves to be fucking flogged. You deserve better—”
I press my finger to his lips because I can’t bear to hear more. “I know I deserve better,” I tell him fiercely. “But wishes don’t come true.”
There’s an ancient pain in his eyes. “Maybe they could?”
“Then grant me this wish. Give me one more night,” I whisper, stroking my fingertips over the stubble lining his jaw. “Whatever this madness is, let me have it just one more time. Kiss me. Please.”
Thiago’s eyes turn molten.
But this time, he gently traces my cheek as he leans toward me. “If I’m only going to have you one more time, then I can’t waste a moment of it.”
His lips brush mine.
It’s not a claim this time.
It’s a seduction.
I hadn’t realized until this moment that a kiss could be both. It feels like he’s trying to do this right, and make up for the passion that overtook the both of us last night. I could kiss him forever. He’s good at this, and I don’t think that’s my inexperience showing.
Tiny shivers erupt over my skin as his tongue darts out to taste my lips. I want to step into him, to press myself against every inch of him, but something inside me wants this moment too.
My mouth opens and I stroke his tongue with mine. Thiago shudders and that feels good too, because I’m not the only one being seduced in this moment. It gives me a heady kind of power. I dig my nails into his forearms and lift onto my toes, claiming his mouth.Mine. It’s a thrill that runs all the way through me, curling like a warm heat within my core.
“I want to see you naked,” I whisper, drawing back and staring up at him through glazed eyes. “I want to touch you. I want to taste you.”
He sucks in a sharp breath. “Gods, it’s like you were made for me.”
Capturing me in his arms, he takes two steps and then lays me down upon the heather. I grab a fistful of his shirt and haul him down atop me, his hips sliding between my welcoming thighs.
He crawls up the length of me, the weight of his body driving me onto my back as his mouth finds my throat. Teeth graze against sensitive skin. I’m burning up. Desperate. My hands grip the heavy muscle of his upper arms, but I don’t know if I’m trying to hold on, or demand some space between us—just enough to breathe.
Every inch of me erupts in shivers from the tight, swollen ache of my nipples, to the pulsing wetness between my thighs.
Wrong. So wrong.
There’s no denying the truth now.
I can’t pretend I don’t know who he is anymore.
I can’t pretend I’m not taking this step willfully.
And I can’t pretend I don’t want this with every inch of my body.
“More,” I pant.
Capturing my chin, Thiago claims my mouth. His tongue pushes past my lips. A muscular knee forces my thighs apart, and then it’s grinding against my pussy. Sucking in a sharp gasp behind my teeth, I dig my nails into his arms. All that muscle, just for me. I want to bite him. I want to eat him alive. I want those powerful hands on my skin. I want pain. I want pleasure. I want him inside me so desperately I can barely breathe.
It’s like he reads my mind.
