Page 93 of Curse of Darkness
Such wicked, wicked intent in his.
“Do you think me untouched by this?” he challenges.
I grab a fistful of his coat with one hand, clinging for sweet life as that psychic touch traces featherlight circles around my clit. “Gods, you drive me to the edge.”
“Only to the edge?” A dark chuckle. “I think we can do more than that.”
Something blunt and firm presses at my opening, gliding through the wetness there. A facsimile of his fingers. Thiago bites his lips, adding another, stretching me. Lost in the wild expression I can’t stop myself from revealing as he fucks those invisible fingers inside me.
Gliding his free hand over my abdomen, he tugs my gown to the side, baring my breast. I can’t stop a shocked gasp. This place is abandoned, birdsong the only accompaniment to our presence, but anyone could wander inside.
And it does things to me.
Wicked things.
A roughened palm glides over the curve of my breast, followed by his mouth. His tongue sweeps around my nipple in unhurried strokes as those invisible fingers fill me. It’s an assault on all my senses, tearing me in two, making me wild with thwarted desire.
“Thiago!” Frantic with need, I jerk against him, shivering on the edge of ecstasy.
He loses his grip on my wrist, capturing my face in both hands as he pins me cruelly to the brickwork and claims my mouth.
One. Last. Touch.
And I am lost.
Pleasure whips its lash down my spine as I kiss him, and eat at his mouth. I come with a soft cry, arching into him, utterly shameless of the noises breaking from my lips, and the way I grind against him. Maybe it’s his fist in my hair, but the force of climax nearly ruins me.
“You make the sweetest noises, Vi,” he breathes as he lets my skirts fall. “Gods, all the noises.”
I can barely catch my own breath.
Reaching down between us, I cup the exquisite bulge of his erection, desperate to taste it.
Capturing my wrist, Thiago shakes his head and backs away, a wicked smile turning his mouth to pure sin. “No.”
The sudden shock of coldness—the loss of his body heat—shivers over my ravaged skin like a chill. I’m completely undone. Shivering with aftershock. My breast exposed. My elegant coiffure hanging in dishevelment.
“Why not?” Every inch of me is molten with pleasure, but the ache inside me…. Unfulfillment at its most wretched. “I need you.”
“I know,” he says, brushing off the shoulder of his coat with a teasing glint in his eyes. “But I’m not going to take you again until you’re so desperate you’re begging me.”
I know this game.
There’s nothing sweeter than denial, and he likes to start this game with me when he’s in a playful mood.
Pushing away from the wall, I tug my gown up and follow him. “Don’t start a war you can’t win.”
Still wearing that smile, Thiago reaches out, capturing a rose as if he intends to steal it from the bush and place it in my hair.
The second he touches it, the gloriously vibrant red petals wilt and dry until they scatter to the ground in ashen flakes of decay.
“What—?” He draws his hand back sharply, his face absolutely bleak.
It’s a discordant, jarring shriek in the middle of an orchestra’s exquisite song.
Need dies within me.
An emotionless mask slips into place on his face. One of many. But as he straightens, I can see how much the act hurt him. “Maybe I’m closer to the edge of losing control than I thought.”
