Page 91 of Thief of Souls
“Relentless,” he agrees, kissing my throat. “You nearly vanished in my hands. I had to pin you down.”
“I noticed that.”
“The pinning you down bit?” A rumbling laugh vibrates through his chest, sending a delicious shiver through me. “You liked it. Do you want me to pin you down, Mira? Do you want me to hold you down and fuck you? Hard?”
His words ignite another shiver within me.
I reach between us, finding the heated length of him. There’s too much fucking material between us. I want him.Now. I tear at his clothing, ignoring the roughened laugh that rumbles through his chest as I find him.
“So impatient, my love.”
Capturing my ass in his hands, he braces me against the pillar.
And then he drives inside me in one single thrust.
I throw my head back and scream as every inch of my body sheathes itself around him.
The golden fire in those eyes fills me. Hot possession stakes its claim on me. Keir’s lip curls, and then he’s looking around for the daybed in the folly.
Capturing me in his arms, he takes two steps and then we’re both falling, my thighs locking around his hips as he grinds against me. I can see the tension in his spine, the self-restraint—
“I’m not going to break,” I whisper.
“Good.” He slams inside me, piledriving me into the daybed.
Oh gods. Maybe I was a touch too cocky. It’s been a long time since I was this sexually active, and he was right…. He’s more than fae in all the ways that count.
There’s no mercy. This is more than a punishment. It’s a claiming, pure and simple, and I want to steal this moment from him. I want to remember every single second of this encounter.
I kiss him and undulate into every rough stroke. Maybe he senses the unspoken yearning that fills my heart, because he captures my face in his hands and kisses me so deeply and savagely, that a tear leaks from my eye.
Hauling my thigh up in a spill of skirts, he drives into me. “Look at me, Mira.”
I can’t help myself. I do.
“Look at me and know my truth.” There’s a tremor in his hands, as he levers himself off me with his elbows. “I have never known feelings such as this. It’s you. It’s always going to be you. And I’ve known it since the first time I kissed you.”
I grip his wrists, turning my face to press a kiss into his palms. I don’t know how we went from fucking to this sweet torture. Another hot tear slides down my cheek as he thrusts within me.
“Nor have I,” I whisper, because it’s the only truth I can give him.
18
It’s hours later, and I can barely move.
Keir helped me get dressed and then we stole back to our chambers in the lull of the storm before stripping each other down and tumbling into bed again. The ache between my thighs feels deliciously bruised in the best way.
Never a bad thing in this particular case, even if my heart is giving me trouble.
Or maybe it’s only giving me trouble because he’s kissing his way down my arms, as if he intends to pay homage to every single rune he marked me with. The second his mouth touches them, a shiver lights through me, like localized goose bumps.
It’s magic of some sort.
Maybe he wants to remind me of what I owe him.
Stop being so cynical. I close my eyes as his lips skate up my throat.Just enjoy the moment. Pretend… pretend he feels the same way.
“You missed one,” I whisper as he finally comes up for breath.
