Page 140 of Thief of Souls
Good luck getting the horn out of here. I can barely move.
He’s ruined all my plans simply by fucking me into oblivion.
“What is it?” His brusque whisper stirs the sweat-formed curls at the base of my neck.
Oh gods. Instantly, the laughter dies, choked off and brittle. I grind the heels of my palms against my eyes. I have the stupid urge to cry again, and I never cry.
“What’s wrong?” he whispers.
Relentless.
I tear my face away and bury it against his throat. “Nothing.”
Keir arches back, forcing me to meet his eyes. “I will have all of you or I will have none of you.”
It bursts from me in a whisper. “Then you will have none of me.”
Frustration darkens his brow. He kisses my mouth, chasing after my lips as he draws me into another caress. He’s inside me with another smooth glide, hard already. I whimper and arch, still shattered by the throes of our last orgasm.
Keir laces his fingers through mine, pressing them to the bed as he rocks against me. There’s something heated about this long, slow kiss. His lips chase their way down my throat, but it’s the sensation of his palms against mine that undoes me.
There’s an entirely different tone to this moment.
It’s no longer fucking.
I can see the possession in his eyes. I can taste it on his tongue. And I can feel it as he fucks me with slow, gentle, torturous thrusts that would threaten to steal my soul if I still had it.
“All of you, Mira. I’m taking it all,” he promises, as I cry out again and surrender to the pleasure. “And this time, I’m not asking.”
* * *
I slipfrom the bed hours later, leaving Keir lying on his side, the breath easing in and out of his massive lungs. For a second, I pause beside the bed and simply drink in the sight of him. The faint lamplight gilds his olive skin, and the sheet barely covers the muscular globes of his ass. I’d like to say I could spend forever staring at that ass, but it’s his lips that draw my attention. His lips and his hands.
Soft lips.
Gentle hands.
Unless he’s using them to unleash ruin upon me.
But even then, there’s a certain sort of devastation they wreak.
Because I yearn for the taste of his mouth and the touch of his hands.
Not merely for sex, but in those quiet moments where he draws me into his arms.
It’s the single most brutal realization of my life.
I could love him. I could love him.
Suddenly, there’s a gaping chasm beneath my feet. My heart plunges into freefall, but this time there are no shadows to catch me. Digging my nails into my palm to ground myself, I turn and grab the glass of water on the nightstand, gulping it down.
By the time I lower my hand, it’s easier to breathe. Easier to think.
I’m only going to get him killed. If Father knew the truth about him… he wouldn’t stop until he was cutting Keir’s heart from his chest. He’d let the truth get out to the fae courts. He’d try and back Keir into a corner and come at him from the shadows. He’d use me against him, if he had any idea of what Keir feels for me. Of what I feel for him.
This fucking curse…. I half wish it would end us all.
But I promised him.
