Page 56 of Rose and Shadows
“Please. Steps. Plural.”
I actually chuckled, which was really fucking unprecedented considering the circumstances.
His hold tightened around me. “This spell I mentioned is a means to severNexus Letale,the tether between Remnant and Victor. So when we find him, we can end this once and for all without Lazriel losing his dad in the process.”
“That’s incredible.” I rested my head on his chest, the bleak side of it all settling over me—that very deep terror infecting me. “Until we find him, all the time ticking on by while Lazriel is in his presence—”
“He’ll be able to handle it, Velra.”
I lifted my head again. “I want to believe that too, but how can we be certain? And Lazriel has come so fucking far. Just thinking about Victor undermining that, harming him in unrecoverable ways… fuck, Sylas.”
“I was with Lazriel during Victor’s last brutal attack. He stood tall against him. Not only did he withstand his taunts and attempted psychological manipulations, he rose beyond them. And he even used it to his advantage and outmaneuvered Victor.”
I beamed up at him as I tried so hard to absorb his words and let them resonate. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“As am I.”
“Can you do it again?”
“What’s that?”
“Play with my frost like its your own?”
“Ah.” He grinned, then blew lightly across the side of my neck, and I felt my frost traveling along my skin in such a familiar soothing way, little crackles sounding. For me, it wasn’t cold, it was more like a rush of sensation.
He grasped my shoulder, then leaned down and blew across the tops of my breasts too, some getting on my leather corset.
I ran my fingers over it. It felt the same, the frost’s consistency exact and definitely mine, but his power pulsed from it as well.
He startled me as he leaned in and dragged his tongue over the frost he’d swept across my chest.
“Hell,” I rasped, grasping his biceps through his leather coat and digging my nails in as he continued laving me with his hot tongue.
A choked sound escaped me as he dipped inside the cups of my corset and flicked at my nipples.
He looked up at me, that mischievous glint in his eye.
A rolling tremble of need took me.
And then I was fisting my hand in his shirt and jerking him to me.
As it had him lifting his head, I seized his stubbly jaw and crushed his mouth to mine.
Sylas was a commanding and absolutely magnetic sexual force, so when he opened for me and held off, responding instead of leading as I tasted him, claiming his mouth, digging my nails into his pecs and even tugging needily at his shirt, it had me off-kilter.
I eased back, after a lingering lick to his bottom lip, and stared at him with bemusement.
He smiled, his sexy hooded eyes heated. “Lead the way, Dark Beauty.”
Was he actually serious?
He showed me in the next moment as he eased back from me, then snapped his fingers, brief sparks of his magic erupting in the air, a moment before he was gone.
I spun around and started as I found him lying on his back on my bed—stark naked.
“Come, let it all go,” he rumbled, making a hot-as-hell show of stroking his very hard cock, as he ran his gaze over every inch of my body.
I removed my corset with a flick of my purple power and a hot thrill went through me at the devilish smirk that lifted his lips.
