Page 131 of Curse of Darkness
Fingertips press against my cheeks, and he leans down.
The kiss catches me by surprise.
Sweet.
Soft.
Gentle.
The ever-present chill deep inside me melts as his mouth caresses mine, his tongue teasing over my lower lip.
Thiago’s hand slides through my hair, cupping the base of my skull, and then he hauls me toward him, claiming my mouth with firm demand. Everything in my body goes liquid. This is the heat I was missing. This is the fire. Conjured between us with the rough possessiveness of his touch until I can barely breathe, barely even remember I was injured….
“Missed you too,” he breathes.
Sliding my palm down his abdomen, I reach for—
Thiago captures my wrist. “Vi.” The word is a warning, a scolding, a growl. “You were injured. Mariana has healed what she can, but she told me to avoid anything energetic for at least a week.”
“Anything energetic?” I’ve barely gotten him back and now…?
Rough laughter tears from him. “You don’t have to sound so disappointed.”
I close my eyes and try to will the heavy, slick feeling between my thighs to go away. “Iamdisappointed.”
“That’s a shame.” His voice dips lower. “A prince mustn’t disappoint his queen.” The backs of his knuckles find me through my nightgown, riding right over that sweet spot between my thighs.
I grab hold of his shirt, nearly off-balance. “But you just said—”
“No fucking. At least not with my cock. My tongue, on the other hand….”
There are no arguments here.
Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, I cry out as the back of his knuckles work me.Fuck.Shoving my fist against my mouth I sink my teeth into the fleshy skin on the back of my hand. If there’s one thing that he’s always known, it’s exactly what my body needs. Or maybe, because he was my first, my only, he’s somehow trained me to want what he can give.
His mouth crashes down upon mine again, hungry and urgent. Hauling me into his arms, he presses me against the wall, every hard inch of him aligning right where I need it. Palms pressed against his face, I eat at his mouth, desperate for more. There’s a sense of restraint in that rock-hard body pinning me to the wallpaper. Tension quivering through him like some sort of bottled lightning. I grind against him, winning a curse from him, and then he rocks against me, fucking the hard ridge of his cock right where I want it.
“I’m trying to behave.” He swears as he captures my wrists.
“I’m fine.” The firm possession of his touch steals away the last of that icy pinprick deep inside me. I love the way he manacles me with his hands. I need heat in my veins. His tongue on my skin. The graze of his stubble on my thighs. Kissing him sloppily, I grind back against him. “Make me burn.”
Drawing back, a gasp escapes him. “I need my mouth on you. Now.”
He takes a step back, toward the bed.
“No.” I bite my lip. “Not the bed.”
“Not the—?” A frown darkens his brow.
My gaze slides toward my vanity. “It’s not quite a desk….”
A look of savage intensity darkens his face. “Oh,” he murmurs, pushing me back toward the vanity. “So that’s the way this plays out. I think you’ve been reading too much about this icy duke.”
“He’s not always icy,” I whisper. “But heisvery delicious.”
“Mmm.” Thiago sets both hands on my hips and lifts me onto the vanity. Resting on his knuckles he leans close enough for me to feel the rasp of his stubble against my cheeks as he breathes in my ear, “But I have something this duke doesn’t have….”
“Oh?” Every inch of me goes liquid with anticipation. “What is that?”
