Page 71 of Thief of Souls
“Say something.” Once again, my tongue takes control of my scattered wits.
Heat blazes to life in his eyes. “One chance, Mira. One chance. Say no. Tell me to go on the hunt and I will. I will walk out of here. I will go. I will leave you alone. But if you say yes, Mira…. I won’t stop. Not today. This is your choice. This isalwaysyour choice.” His voice roughens. “But if you give me even one hint….”
The seconds tick out.
I can barely say it.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
It’s ayes.
It’s always been ayes,hurtling toward me with the slow inevitability of a carriage wreck. From the moment I met him, I’ve wanted him.
A growl echoes in his throat. “Good.”
* * *
Three stridesand then he’s upon me.
The kiss takes me by surprise.
One moment I’m sitting there in bed, daring a dragon to kiss me, and the next second his mouth is upon mine, his hand sliding through my hair to cup my nape. The warmth of his touch explodes through me. It’s like there’s some kind of furnace burning within that enormous chest and the lash of his tongue goes right through me.
Hunger.
Fierce need.
I’m drowning in it. In his kiss. In his touch.
“Mira.” His hands tremble as he goes to his knees on the mattress and captures my face in both hands. “Mira.”
We stare at each other for a single, shocked second, both too breathless to speak. And then his mouth claims mine.
Tumbling onto my back I drag him down, gasping as the heat of his body slams over me. Every inch of him grinds between my thighs, and my legs part like wantons, capturing his narrow hips between them.
All of that delicious weight, driving me into the mattress…. The firm claim of his mouth…. Whatever restraint he’d been using to shackle himself into a semblance of control, it’s gone now, breaking apart with a single spoken command.
Kiss me.
Kiss me forever. Make me forget. Make me feel. Make me dream.
I moan into his mouth, fingers twining in the thick luxuriousness of his hair. A hand slides down my side in response, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass. Hauling my thigh up higher, he thrusts against me, licking into my mouth.
“Mine,” he growls, and then he’s biting at my lower lip, his golden eyes flashing.
I get a hand under his shirt, searching urgently for bare skin. Lust ignites within me. Last night was nothing as compared to this. That was all chemical, all haze, all mindless desperation to rut.
This is fire in my veins. A hollow ache between my thighs, slick and restless. The urgent need to have his mouth on mine, until we’re eating at each other, desperate to merge.
Keir must sense my need.
He rears up on his knees, reaching over his shoulder to haul his shirt over his head. A scowl emerges, but I’m too astonished by the cut of his body to truly notice it. I throw my arms around him and kiss him. The assault is too much for his balance. He goes down on his back, and then I’m splayed over 280 pounds—give or take—of furious muscle.
“Oh, gods,” I breathe, licking my way up his throat. “Tell me again why I was resisting this for so long?”
“Some apparent need to torture me,” he breathes, his teeth flashing and a wild look in his eyes. “I think you exist to torture me.”
“Don’t tempt me,” I purr, kissing along the line of his jaw and finding his ear. I rock against the steel fist behind his trousers. “Because I might take that as a challenge.”
