Page 19 of A Kiss From a Revenant
“I didn’t know he was armed. I didn’t?—”
She breaks off in a violent shiver. Color suddenly leeches from her face. My hand rises to her cheek, forcing her eyes to remain on me. Her hands fall to my arms as if to keep her upright.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes,” she whispers, licking her lips. “I’m glad he’s dead. Kindell will be free from him—he was a cruel man.”
I nod, not knowing what else to say. Some of Nory’s coloring returns as she shakes herself. With one last squeeze to my arms, she takes a step back, and I immediately want to reach for her again.
“We should head back,” I offer.
Nory stomps over to Lord Peter’s horse and unties it from the post. With a sound smack on the animal’s rump, it goes galloping off down the road. We both watch it disappear into the horizon for a moment before Nory turns towards me.
“Once the horse returns without him, Lord Peter’s staff will send out a search party,” Nory explains. “We should cut throughThe Woodsto remain unseen.”
Without another word, I take her small hand in mine and lead her towards the dark forest. My vision in the dark is much better than hers without the moon to illuminate a path. I dutifully maneuver us over tree roots and fallen branches. All is quiet as we pass through the dense foliage. Our journey is short as I spy the graveyard up ahead.
It is only when we pass by the first few headstones that I feel Nory’s hand fall from mine.
I whirl towards her. Her eyes are like I’ve never seen before, burning brighter than emeralds. There is a determined set toher brows, and her hands are steady as they lift to the tie of her cloak. With one tug, the cloak falls from her shoulders and lands at her feet in a brown heap.
“Nory?”
She bites her lip, walking closer to me.
“Are you hungry?” Her voice is pure seduction.
The swells of her breast tease the low neckline of her scarlet gown. With so much smooth, supple flesh on display, my mouth begins to water.
“Yes,” I groan.
Nory’s pink lips curve in satisfaction. I watch entranced as her hands fall to the back of her gown. With a few expert tugs, the red gown gapes at the top, then drops to her feet. She kicks it away, and I hear my breath echoing in my ears. Her pale arms glow in the moonlight. Freckles decorate every inch of exposed skin, and I long to taste and count each one of them.
To see if they are near her most intimate flesh.
“What are you doing?” My voice sounds foreign to my own ears.
Her eyes burn brighter, but she merely smirks as she undoes the laces of her corset. It soon rests atop her gown, leaving her in nothing but a thin shift. I can make out the shape of her body. Two hard nipples press against the fabric, making my head spin.
“I don’t want to wait until we get home,” she sighs.
Before I can ask what she means, her hands fall to the straps of her shift and pluck them from her shoulder. The white cotton floats like a cloud and falls to the frozen ground. My whole body tightens at the sight of her completely bare.
Creamy skin decorated in a smattering of golden freckles is all I can see. Her small breasts are tipped in pink nipples, and between her thighs.Dear maker, there is a nest of dark hair covering the most delicious-looking flesh. Her scent of arousal invades my lungs and encourages my cock to harden further.
It presses against the front of my pants, already leaking seed and desperate to be attended to in any way. This painful state is new and belongs to Nory. She will be the only one to determine if I writhe in agony or am I treated to the bliss of pleasure.
Stepping over her clothes, she walks towards me dressed in only her boots.
“Nory—”
Before I can say anything more, she takes my hand and places it on her breast. The heat of her skin burns my palm.
“Touch me,” she whimpers. “Where no man has ever before.”
My grip on her tightens. I want to devour her whole, but I somehow manage to hold myself back. I wait for her to come to her senses—for the desire in her gaze to clear. It doesn’t.
She merely tips her face towards mine, and my lips find hers in one bruising, burning kiss.
