Page 151 of Curse of Darkness
“Surrender,” he says, sweeping aside my sword of flames and pressing so close I can feel his hard body locked against mine.
Vanishing the flames, I roll my eyes. “That’s what you always say.”
He grins at me, capturing my wrists and hauling us close, “And you love every second of it.”
I twirl into his body, sweaty and dusty. “And now you’ve got me, what do you plan on doing with me?”
Thiago’s eyes darken as he pushes against me, pinning me to the wall.
I arch my head back. No arguments here.
His lips trail down my throat, over the sensitive curve of the hollow there.
The rasp of his tongue dances over my skin as if he’s tasting me, and the fist deep in my abdomen turns molten.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he grinds me against the wall. “I want to fuck you, Vi. So hard. But since I can’t, I think I’m going to pin you to the bed instead and spend the next few hours eating you out.”
“Maybe I want you to fuck my mouth instead.”
Interest gleams in his green eyes. “Maybe I’ll hold you to that later…. But I do like hearing you beg for mercy.”
He loves using his mouth. He’s always been dominant in bed, but I think he takes a particular sort of pleasure in servicing me.
Our eyes meet, and then his gaze slides lower, focusing on my lips.
His mouth follows.
It’s a gentle kiss.
A tease.
Or the opening gambit to an invasive push.
Because that’s the way he likes to kiss.
Thiago’s tongue strokes against mine, yearning for me to soften. I melt against him, open to anything he wants to take. There is no war here. Not now. He’s conquered me in all the ways that count. Pressing against me, he slides one hand over my ass and hooks it behind my thigh, hauling my knee up. The ridge of his erection brushes against my hip. It’s not quite where I want it, but the threat of it, the sensation…. Gods. I moan a little, and the kiss turns hot and burning, as if he feels that moan too.
He tastes like cinnamon and apples, thanks to the small spiced honey cakes we ate after breakfast. I can’t stop myself from threading my hands through his hair, gripping fistfuls of it out of desperation. It’s beendayssince I’ve had him inside me. Days since that deliciously hard cock was rubbing against me like this.
“You were… saying something… about spending the next few… hours eating me… out,” I gasp against his mouth.
Thiago stills, his hands caged on either side of my hips. Desire turns his eyes dark, but the hungry look on his expression makes me suck in a gasp. “No rules, Vi. You promised.”
No rules. A thrill shoots through me like lightning. I’d never make a bargain like that—not here in Arcaedia, in Faerie, where one is bound by one’s oath—but he knows my boundaries. My trust in him is absolute.
“Why don’t we—?” He breaks off, head tilting to the side as his body steps between me and whatever has caught his attention. All I can see is the wall of his back.
That tension is back.
A flash of movement out of the corner of my eye makes me turn.
Company.Curse it.
A furious young woman strides toward us, her scarlet skirts sweeping through the grass. There’s no sign of an entourage; no sign of the wolfish guardian we specifically told her not to leave behind.
I push past Thiago, glancing around the courtyard to see who else might be watching. I can’t stop myself from shaking, my body still riding that sweet, sweet edge of almost-pleasure. This might be the worst timing in the world.
“A word,” Lucere demands.
