Page 38 of Silver & Smoke
‘These new undergarments...’ He slid his hand to her thigh beneath her skirts. ‘Are they wet?’
Wren spread her legs a little wider, and he bit back a moan. His cock had its own pulse, throbbing almost painfully against his leathers. Gods, he wanted to take her right there, right on the floor among the potions and papers.
‘Why don’t you find out?’ Wren challenged, her gaze full of fire.
The tight leash Torj had on himself threatened to snap. It was impossible not to move towards her, impossible not to lean into that dark frenzy of need rising within.
Bracing himself over her now, backing her against the dresser, he skated his hand over the curve of her backside, the fabric of her skirts rustling at his touch before he gripped the back of her thigh and hoisted one leg up.
Wren was watching him with hooded eyes, and a soft moan broke from her lips as his fingers skimmed higher, hitting the outer seam of lace. He wasn’t sure he was breathing. She was so warm, so silken beneath the circles he drew with his thumb.
‘Torj...’ she whimpered.
Gods, he knew they shouldn’t, he knew what was at stake if they were caught, but his self-restraint was wafer-thin after all they had been through, after seeing her with Darian these past few weeks. It was Torj’s life on the line. But he knew that holding himself in check wouldn’t last. He had created a whirlpool of desire between them. And in that moment, he decided that feeling Wren writhe beneath him was a worthy cause to die for.
She moaned again as he inched towards where she wanted him and he clapped a hand over her mouth, quietening the noise lest someone hear from the hallway outside.
Between her legs, his fingertips brushed against damp – no,soaked– fabric.
And gods, he’d never stood a chance.
Torj’s voice dropped low with his own need. ‘Is this for me, Embers?’
Wren pulled away from the hand gagging her, pushing her hips towards him, demanding more friction. ‘Yes,’ she murmured, the word thick with lust. ‘You know it is, damn you.’
Smug pride bloomed in his chest as he grazed her clit over her wet undergarments. ‘What are we going to do about it?’
Wren was panting now. ‘Please.’
The note of desperation made his cock twitch, and he was tempted to draw this out for hours, tempted to make her beg. But they didn’t have the luxury of time, and the needy roll of her hips beneath his touch, the way she opened her legs for him, had himcaving. Furies save him, he would always cave for her, no matter the cost.
‘Torj—’ Her hand shot out to grab his forearm, her nails digging into his muscles.
He slid the undergarments to the side and stroked her bare skin, her breath catching at the contact. Anyone could walk in on them like this, and there would be no denying what was going on, not with both of them flushed and panting, with his hands all over her. A sick part of himwantedsomeone to see, so that the whole world would know who Wren truly belonged to.
But that couldn’t happen, and so he whispered, ‘Are you going to stay quiet for me, Embers?’
He wanted to inflict as much pleasure upon his soul-bonded as possible. He wanted her drunk on him. He wanted her knees quaking and his name on her lips.
Torj lifted her skirts.
And saw black lace against luscious skin.
Wren followed his gaze. ‘Admiring your choice?’
Torj felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him. Only a scrap of lace covered the most intimate part of her.
He shook his head in wonder. ‘Admiringyou,’ he murmured. ‘Every. Fucking. Inch. Of. You.’
He dropped a hand back down to her hip, his fist bunching the lace, that wet fabric the only thing blocking his path to pure erotic bliss. In one swift jerk of his hand, he tore the garment from her skin.
Wren gasped, but he swallowed the sound with a fierce kiss and pushed two fingers inside her. Her walls clamped around him instantly and she rocked against him, her expression hazy, her head tipping back as he hit that spot deep within.
Torj’s vision blurred as he imagined driving his cock into her wet heat, pumping his fingers in long, torturous strokes. ‘We shouldn’t be doing this,’ he ground out.
‘No, we shouldn’t,’ Wren managed as she rode his hand. ‘But I can’t stop.’
He slid his fingers in and out of her, spreading her wetness over her clit, swallowing another moan with a kiss.
