Page 138 of Thief of Souls
“No more lies,” he tells me, pressing his finger to my lips.
No more secrets. No more lies.
And so I kiss him.
This is my truth, right here. It’s the only one I can give him. The only one I can give myself.
Keir captures my face in his hands, and the second our lips touch, the control within him shatters.
His hands are on my skin…. His tongue in my mouth. The sheer force of his body hammers me back against the wall as if whatever dam he had in place to shield the torrent of his emotions has failed. Need pours out of him. Fury. I’m drowning in it and I want it, and maybe this would be the sweetest death of all.
Destroy me. Please.
A tremor runs through him as if he heard me. A hand slides into my hair, pinning me there as his kiss turns hot and punishing.
It’s a desperate clash, all my emotions riding me like a whip. I don’t know what today has brought, but I do know it’s changed my future forever.
I can’t pretend anymore. The cracks around my heart were hammered by the finest of chisels, and though my shield was strong, it was never meant to guard me against this. Against my own wants and desires.
“Keir,” I gasp.
Capturing me behind the thighs, he hauls me into his arms and then strides for the bed. We hit the mattress together, the shock of his weight driving me into the soft blankets. Another savage kiss obliterates my senses. There are hands on my skin, shoving my shirt out of the way. Teeth grazing their way down my throat.
“You’re so cold,” he whispers, crawling up my body.
“Then kiss away the shadows,” I whisper back.
A glint of something I can’t quite name darts through those wicked eyes. He pauses, and somehow, he sees right through me. “As you wish,” he finally breathes.
Those wicked lips find my skin.
Roughened hands glide beneath my half-ruined shirt. He parts it with a sharp jerk, tearing the fabric I used to bind my breasts free and then his mouth follows, closing over my nipple.
A spear of delicious agony jolts through me. There’s a hollow inside me, desperate to be filled.
All those empty nights, dreaming of a lover I knew waited for me….
I never knew until this moment that it was him I dreamed of.
He’s the one I’ve been waiting for all these years.
I kiss him. Hard. Seeking to drive out the doubts plaguing me. Keir tugs my leathers down my legs and flings them aside.
Fingers find me through the sheer silk of my drawers. He tugs the silk aside and drives them into me, a curse leaving his mouth.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” A kiss obliterates every thought in my head as he pumps those fingers slowly within me, scissoring them.
I can barely retain a moan. Whatever this male is, he knows what he’s doing in the bedchamber. A spear of jealousy lights through me at the thought, and I shouldn’t be jealous.
I can’t stop thinking of the cauldron.
Of Calliope.
Of the oath he pledged to his people.
And of Soraya, trying to fight against the curse’s blight.
He said he’d help me save her, but what am I dragging him into?
