Page 20 of A Kiss From a Revenant
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NORY
The biting night wind is forgotten the moment his lips touch mine.
I am nothing but sensation and aching need as his mouth devours mine. Our kiss is frantic as if making up for lost time—then it turns slower, a silken glide of our tongues tangling together. His hands rasp over my bare skin, making me shiver. Leaning into his body, warmth like I’ve never felt before envelopes me.
One slender hand travels up my ribs to cup my breasts. Curious fingers tug at my nipples until I’m gasping into his mouth. He swallows the sound, and I push myself further against him—feeling his aching hardness against my stomach.
It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision to take this risk with him. One that my head had been firmly against. However, now that I feel him against me, I’m glad I threw caution to the wind. While I may not entirely know this male—this creature—what I do know is I’ve never felt fear like that when I saw Peter’s dagger protruding from his stomach.
When he returned to my home earlier this afternoon, something had shifted between us. IfI’m honest with myself, it’s clear that I missed him and the thought of never seeing him again…
My stomach hollows, and I grip him tighter. It made me realize that he’s the only other being ever to make me feel like this. Safe—protected at all costs—and inflames my desire to the point where I’m desperate with need.
This potent lust spurned me to shed my clothes and let him have me before my brain could think of reasons not to. I don’t want to wait—I don’t want any more of my life to pass me by without claiming what I want.
I want him. Eryx. More than anything, I want his mouth and hands on me. I want to feel him moving within me—stoking this fire inside of me until I combust. Our time together is limited. I can feel it with each starving kiss we share. It won’t be long before the townsfolk come hunting for answers. We’ll slip up. Kindell or Isabelle will gossip to the wrong person, and that will be the end of me.
Or something else will separate us—something I can’t see but can feel lurking in the shadows. Our time together is finite. The desperation in the way he touches me is confirmation enough that we both feel it. I do not know how much time we have, only that anything less than forever will not be enough. That is why I couldn’t delay a moment longer. I had to have him.
Now.
For so long, I believed something was wrong with me. Unlike the other women my age, I never felt a sense of longing or desire for any of the men in the Snowlands—not even for the handsome travelers that would pass through. I was resigned to spending my life alone, especially after my mother passed. I made peace with it, even if my heart ached over never knowing the intimacy that blossomed on the page of my weathered romance novels and love poems.
But I feel that wanton desire now—for Eryx, a revenant ofall things. He is much more than that to me now. He is my protector—my savior—but gratitude is not what made me drop my dress. It was him, and I intend to make him mine before the sun rises.
His hand on my breasts tightens before he pulls away from my mouth. Whimpering in protest, my hands fall to his back, desperate to pull him closer. The fire in his eyes glows blue.
“Are you certain you want this?” he asks, voice rougher than stone.
“More than anything,” I sigh, reaching up to capture his mouth again.
I moan as he returns my kiss, unsure of just when I became such a vixen. I revel in his touch and encourage his gentle exploration with soft moans. His fingers splay over my back and coast down my spine. Goosebumps rise in their wake as our tongues dance together. Fingers sink into the fleshy swell of my ass, and I groan. My thighs rub together, moisture blooming between them.
Eryx’s forehead rests against mine, his hands gently squeezing my ass.
“You’re so beautiful,” he growls, the vibrations of his chest tickling my nipples. “The males of your kind were never worthy enough to have you.”
“You are though. More than worthy.” I rub against his stiff cock and delight in his hiss of breath. “Take me.”
Kissing along my jaw, Eryx chuckles darkly against my skin. I shiver when his lips lick a path of fire to my ear.
“I’ve never had a female before.”
Satisfaction flows through my veins and warms my heart. My well of pleasure deepens at the idea of being the first and only to claim him—for us to claim each other.
“Nor have I been with a man.” My hand skims over his cheek. “We’ll navigate this together.”
Eryx nods into my palm. Tenderness kindles in his eyes. Hekisses me soundly again, and I indulge in his taste—crisp like midnight air. Breaking our kiss with the wave of his hand, I watch as my discarded clothes float on a breeze before being laid out by invisible hands atop the sparse grass. Eryx’s hands return to my hips, digging into my bones there before hefting me gently in his grasp.
In one fluid motion, he lays me atop my clothes. The moonlight bathes my naked skin in blue. Each freckle stands out starkly against my pale skin. There is a flush to my chest and knees that deepens as I stare up at Eryx.
He looks every bit the monster looming over me. His dark cloak sprawls out behind him like a shadow. The flames of his eyes have turned a fiery blue, and the hue of his waxy skin begins to glisten. Metal floats through the air, nearly blighting his woodsy scent.
My knees inch together under his stare, and he growls. Falling to his knees before me, his armor clanks on the dark ground. His hands cup my knees as he gently peels them apart, revealing my most intimate flesh to another’s eyes for the first time. Heat sprawls up my chest and burns my cheeks as I watch the hunger in his gaze deepen—moisture slicks from between my folds in a steady rivulet.
I have no doubt the fabric beneath me is sodden with my arousal.
