Page 90 of Thief of Souls
I capture fistfuls of his wet hair, yanking his face up to mine. Our mouths meet again. Clash. Keir slides both hands over my ass and then hauls me into the air, my thighs closing around his hips. One step. Two. My back hits the column of the folly and I moan as he grinds against me.
He kisses his way down my stomach, fists bunching the wet fabric of my skirts around my thighs.Gods. I slide my fingers through his hair, arching my head back against the column as he finds me. Hot breath stirs over my damp skin and then the roughened graze of his stubble marks my thighs.
“You’re so fucking stubborn,” he growls.
“Why? Because I won’t fall at your feet like every other pretty little fae princess in this fucking court? Sorry, Your Highness.” I laugh. “I’m never going to be an easy conquest.”
“There’s just one problem with that little scenario….” He looks up the length of his body, his amber eyes feral with heated desire.
A shiver works its way through me. There’s no hiding the dragon tonight. He wants me. He wants to claim me. To own me. “What little problem?”
Keir nuzzles against my thighs. “You keep thinking I’m a fae prince.” His fingers dig into the back of my thighs. “I’m not fae, Mira. I was born of fire and fury. I was Named when this world was but a whisper in the ears of your fae ancestors. I owned these lands. I ruled this world. I was the creature that everything else feared. I hunted and I took, and I claimed. And while I’ll play your little fae games, my love, you should know…. I took one look at you and I knew want for the first time in thousands of years. You were mine, promised to me by the stars themselves. I’ve spent millennia waiting for you and I’m not about to let you go now.”
The words spill through me, carving themselves on my heart.
I don’t know what to do with them. Or him. I never have and—
He captures my ass in his hands and then grinds his face into my wet flesh. His heated tongue spears within me, tearing a shocked cry from my lips. The hard steel of his hands are inescapable, but it’s his tongue that wreaks the most damage. Driving into me. Stroking up in slow unhurried swipes, before he pauses to lazily trace little circles around my clit.
The world vanishes. Fractures. Reforms. All I can hear are the soft, breathy gasps that escape me. More. I want more. “Fuck.Please.”
“Beg me for release,” he growls the words into my wet flesh. “Plead for mercy, Mira.”
“Please.”
Pinning me against the column, he moves his mouth in lazy swirls, the rasp of his stubble marking my sensitive thighs. It’s too much. Not enough. It feels as though he’s settled in to feast and I need him to devour me whole.
“How much do you want me?” he demands.
“Fuck, please. Just do it.” I curl my fists in his hair, losing all sense of composure. “Make me come.”
Two fingers drive inside me. Then the soft pads of his fingertips are curling up, finding that spot deep inside me that will bring so much ruin. The hard suction of his mouth locks around me and then his tongue flickers lightly, teasing at me, driving me wild.
I grind into his face. So close…. So close. Panting. Gasping for breath. For release.
My spine arches, my fingernails digging into his scalp. It’s as though he senses my urgency because every movement suddenly gains intensity.
“Keir.” Every inch of my spine arches as pleasure drives through me.
It’s breathtaking. Endless. And he rides me through it, fingers and mouth and tongue forcing me over the edge into pure obliteration.
I can’t stop a scream from tearing loose.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growls into my wet flesh. “And mine, Mira.Mine. You think this ends like this? You think you have any hope of escaping me?Never.”
It’s like riding lightning. And then something he does drives me off the edge of that mountain again.
Pleasure. So much pleasure it feels like my nerves are raw.
“Stop! Stop, please.” I collapse against the folly as he presses a soft kiss to the silk covering my abdomen, shockwaves lancing through me. So fucking sensitive. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again. Every inch of me feels raw and contained, as if I were slammed back into my body, only my skin’s too tight.
A tongue circles my navel through the gap in the silk, and then he laughs under his breath. “Mine.”
Another sharp nip that makes me shiver. I can’t even protest. I don’t think I would even if I had the breath to do so. The world settles back into being around me. “You don’t have to sound so smug about it.”
A rough laugh rumbles through his chest as he climbs his way up my body, his heavy weight driving me back into the steel column. “Mmm.” Keir licks the taste of me from his fingers, the heated amber of his eyes alight with a self-satisfied humor. “The sounds you make are… delicious.”
I want to bury my face in his throat. “You’re impossible.”
