Page 142 of Obsidian and Frost
Former True Celestial and now a Fallen.
He was still very much a powerhouse with the body of a warrior god, all broad shoulders and girth, towering with sculpted muscle.
His ethereal white-blond hair brushed the shoulders of his white linen shirt, and his gold leather pants pulled taut across his thick thighs as he strode toward me with all that natural might and commanding presence.
He stopped right in front of me, concern bleeding through. “You don’t belong here.”
“What?” I rasped.
“We’ve done this, little shadow.”
“I… I don’t understand.”
“You shouldn’t be here. You are beyond this.” He gestured around at the shadows that had partially retreated, but stillremained in our vicinity. “You are the shadows—these here cannot control you.”
I reached up and cupped his face. “Help me cast them away.”
His eyes shone, need he’d always fought so hard clear as the brightest day now.
Finally.
He dipped his head.
And that was it.
I locked my hands around his neck and rose to it, our mouths clashing.
Fiercely.
Hungrily.
Desperately.
He fisted my hair, tugging and stroking in a delectable way, giving away how wild and unhinged his desire for me was in that moment, how he was barely holding it together.
Because of me.
Because of what I did to him.
Because of what we did to each other.
Sensations so long denied for both of us surged forth like an inferno of uncontrollable passion and need that I could hardly breathe through.
I didn’t want to breathe in this moment.
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.
