Page 58 of Curse of Darkness
All the darkness. All the savagery. All the scars on his soul.
And I want them all. I want to kiss them and lick them and soothe them away. Because I’m not perfect either.
“You’re lying,” he whispers. “You have to be lying.”
“You know I’m not.”
Our eyes meet, his holding a certain sort of challenge.
The air thickens between us.
There is only one way to truly prove it’s me.
Lifting on my toes, I brush my hands down his chest.
“A kiss,” he breathes, his eyes lighting with predatory intensity. “How original.”
“Well,” I growl. “I could just set your britches on fire. Instead of the bed. That’s a fairly signature move.”
Thiago rears back. This time, the look in his eyes is considering.
And there’s something else on his face too. Something tremulous and guarded. Something heartbreaking.
Hope.
“Vi?” he whispers.
“In the flesh.”
Gripping my shoulders, he unleashes a powerful breath. “Vi, youcan’tbe here. This is the Darkness. It was never meant for mortals.”
“Wherever you are, I will go too.”
This time the look in his eyes slays me.
Rising on my toes, I kiss him, but it’s not simply a kiss. It’s breathing him in, Inhaling him. Digging my fingernails into the hard planes of muscle that line his shoulders.He’s back.A choked sound echoes in my throat, and as if he feels it too, he growls back, his hands sliding down my spine and digging into my ass.
The grind of his hard, warrior’s body is a shock.
I can feel him now. There are no more barriers between us. Only little fingerprints of light glowing on his skin where I touch him as if some of the heat in my veins is slowly bringing him back to life.
I would give himeverythingof me, if I could only bring him back.
His hand slides up the length of my spine, burying itself in a fistful of hair at my nape. I’m no longer kissing him, I’m being consumed. It’s not so much hunger as it’s desperation. The lash of his tongue. The press of his body. The feel of his hands, driving away the nightmares wrapped around my heart.
Mine.
He's mine once more.
Hauling me up, he wraps my thighs around his hips and then drives me back against the wall of the ruins. Winding my fists into his short, dark hair, I clutch the silky strands, marveling at the sensation of it. He breaks for breath, kissing my throat, and I moan as I feel that touch ravage me deep inside, leaving me slick and aching.
My lover.
My husband.
Myeverything.
All the tears, all the rage, all the pain…. None of it means anything anymore. Not now I’m in his arms. Not now I’m home.
