Page 80 of Swift Wings Shadowed Heart
He steps even closer. Now, his chest is barely an inch from mine. He’s looking down at me, the light in his blue gaze a veritable tornado. He had, so far, ignored my state of undress, but now—the aura of his powerful presence making my knees tremble more than any interrogation—he lets his eyes travel to my chest, where my nipples stand at attention under the lace of my brassiere.
“Goals?” He rumbles, saying it as if it’s a dirty word. “What goals?”
I break eye contact and attempt to take a step back. He grabs my wrist and keeps me right where I am. Too damn close. He looks at my fingers and frowns at my mother’s ring. Is he really noticing such a minor change in me? Either way, he has no right to grab me.
“Let me go.” My voice turns ice cold. I can’t stand to be roughly handled, and if that’s the kind of man he is, well… he won’t like the kick in the balls I have in store for him.
He immediately releases me, having the decency to look ashamed.
“Don’t ever touch me again without my permission,” I say.
“I’m not your toy, Skysinger. I’m flesh and blood.”
“You could’ve fooled me. Half the time, you act no more human than a cogwing.”
“I have a job to do, and it isn’t a game either. You might come to understand that when you have been on the front lines for a day or two.”
That sobers me up. I can’t pretend to know what war can do to a person. So far, I’ve had the fortune to be isolated from its horrors. I have the urge to apologize, but he barrels on before my better nature has a chance to prevail.
“You’re like a damn worm,” he growls, nostrils flaring.
I want to take offense at the insult, but… what? A worm? That’s creative.
“You have burrowed deep, and I can’t root you out. I can’t stop thinking about you.” His wide chest pumps in and out, the wings of his tattoo moving as if he’s about to take flight. “That day in my room… I can’t get it out of my head. I keep wishing I’d fucked you until you screamed my name because I like the way it sounds on your lips. How is that for being more cogwing than human?”
Oh, Goddess!What can I say now? I might have been able to keep things strictly formal before, but knowing he feels this way, knowing this dauntless, covertly passionate man wants me… I don’t think I can resist. In fact, I don’t think I want to.
His body seems to quake with the need to move closer, but I told him not to touch me.
“You have my permission,” I say.
He frowns.
“To touch me. You have my permission to touch me.”
He hesitates only for a moment, then his body crashes into mine, one arm going around my back and another one around my waist.
I feel his breath on my skin, warm and steady. His embrace is tight, as if he’s afraid I’ll slip away underwater and disappear. I can’t move, can’t pull away, can’t even think. All I can do is feel his chest rising and falling against mine, hear the thud of his heart beating in time with my own. And feel the press of his fully naked body against mine.
For a moment, we’re suspended in time, alone in this cavernous space, only water and steam around us. I can’t help but wonder what’s going through his mind. Is he weighing the magnitude of the error he’s about to make? Is he wondering if I’m worth it?
In an instant, he pulls away, breaking the spell. His blue eyes roving over the water. It seems he got the answers to his questions. I’m not worth it. Longing, desire, and something that I can’t quite put a finger on war in his expression. He takes a few deep breaths, and then, without warning, he pulls me to him and hesitates no longer. His mouth crashes into mine. Our kiss is electric, sending a surge of wild sensations through my body, igniting a fire that I never knew existed.
His lips are soft but so firm, moving against mine with fierce intensity. I melt into his embrace, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pull him closer. Our bodies press against each other, wet and hot from the water and our own desire. Our kiss deepens, becoming more passionate and urgent with each passing moment. I feel his need in the way his hands roam over my body, down my sides, over my abdomen, my hips, my backside. My mind is hazy with desire, lost in the moment as he pulls me even closer, his kiss becoming more possessive.
The water swirls around us but can’t find passage between our locked bodies. His hand caresses my abdomen, then slides to my chest. There, he finds my breast and caresses it over the bra, his thumb and forefinger finding the nipple and squeezing it. I moan against his lips. He responds with a growl and, with expert fingers, rids me of the bra. The piece falls into the water. My breasts fall free.
The heat between us is almost suffocating. He presses tighter against me, his erection against my abdomen. His teeth graze my skin as he trails kisses down my neck. I arch my back, giving him better access as he continues to kiss and bite at my neck, my chest, the mound of my breast. His tongue laps over the sensitive skin, then he lowers his head further and takes my nipple into his mouth.
A shock wave goes through my body. I moan, my fingers locking behind his neck as he sucks and nibbles, while he kneads and teases my other breast.
“Goddess,” I moan.
With a sudden movement, he pulls away and looks up at me, eyes smoldering, twirling with light.
“Do you takeStillseed?” he asks. It’s an effective draught that prevents unwanted pregnancies.
I shake my head.
