Page 3 of Obsidian and Frost
I just wanted to feel and to feel deeply.
For once.
After so fucking long.
I deepened the kiss and moaned into his mouth as he grasped my thighs and wrapped them around him, hauling me up against him.
And then I was grinding on him, feeling his hard dick right where I needed him.
He gave it right back to me, rubbing me against him roughly, frantically, until sexy rumbling growls were spilling from him, even as he devoured my mouth.
I grasped his shirt, intending to rip the thing off him so I could feel him skin-to-skin.
“Velra,” he choked, suddenly breaking our kiss.
“What are you—”
He put me down and stepped back, and an awful coldness rolled over me again.
“This cannot be.”
“It just was, Cassius.”
“A mistake.”
My gut twisted. “No. It wasn’t. It was far from that.”
“We don’t belong.”
“Don’t. Stop doing this. Every fucking time!” I slammed my hands into his chest and screamed at the top of my lungs, “Stop! Stop! Stop doing this to me!”
He stared at me impassively.
There was nothing there.
I went to scream again, but no sound came out.
I screamed and screamed but it just continued to go unheard.
And then he turned away.
I bolted forward to reach for him, to stop him from leaving yet again.
But a flash of white light swallowed him in a blink.
It was too late.
It was always too late.
Those taunts from the shadows started up again.
They started to come for me.
“Not this time,” I ground out.
I called my shadow magic and slammed my palms together.
A shockwave of my own shadows radiated out, decimating the enemy all around.
