Page 72 of The Curse of Golden Blood
"You're heartless." Another blow, her fist quivering with rage. "I bet you don't even feel anything. I bet you kissing me was just another test." She shoved me backward, her eyes burning like twin suns.
"Miralyte."
"Don't even bother trying to deny it, Zydar. I know that's the only reason you ever kissed me. You thought if you couldget me to fall for you, I'd give you everything you wanted. You thought you could manipulate me."
Thunder growled above us, sheets of lightning splitting the sky. A warning.
"That's not true," I said through gritted teeth, struggling to keep my voice calm. "I kissed you because I wanted to."
"Lies!" She spat, but I could see a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.
I stepped closer to her, the heat of her skin warm on mine. "I kissed you because I was selfish and greedy," I growled. "Mother above, don't you see how badly I wanted to?"
She glared at me, her face a mask of rain and moonlight. But I could see the flush rising to her cheeks, the quickening of her breath as I closed the distance between us.
We were eye to eye, barely a hand's breadth apart. I felt the arcs of energy snapping through her, like lightning striking in a summer storm.
The rules, the oaths, the promise I'd made all those years ago, burned inside me. "Don't you see how hard it is?" I whispered. "To want you and not have you? To be denied something I know would taste sweeter than the stars themselves?"
Her eyes searched mine, the anger and defiance fading into something else entirely. Fear. Confusion.
I brushed her hair away from her face, my fingers gentle on her skin. The rain misted over us, and the air hummed with the static charge of my power.
"Say something," I breathed, my voice raw and hoarse. "Tell me to stop."
But she didn't. Instead, she pressed her lips against mine, her kiss hungry and fierce. I melted into the sensation, our mouths coming together again and again in a passionate tangle.
I pulled her tight against me, reveling in her warmth and closeness. The darkness swirled around us, the clouds casting shadows across the sky. My body ached for her, and I couldn't hold back any longer.
I slipped my tongue past her lips, deepening the kiss. She tasted like summer rain, like wildfire and sunlight and stormlight, and I couldn't get enough. My hands roamed over her body, teasing and stroking, making her tremble with desire.
My body moved of its own accord, wrapping around hers, claiming her, refusing to release. With every moment, I fell deeper and deeper under her spell, losing myself in her touch, her taste, her scent.
The darkness pulsed and echoed with her power, and the faint glow of her eyes burned brighter than any star. She was the sun and the moon and the sky, all in one, and I was utterly transfixed.
I'd never wanted anyone like this, never lost myself to the pleasure and the passion. I'd never let myself be so close to someone, so vulnerable and exposed. It scared me and excited me, and all I knew was that I never wanted to let her go.
And then, suddenly, there came a great clap of thunder, a rumble that shook the very ground beneath us. The dark skies broke open, and the rain poured down in earnest, drenching us in cold rivulets.
I looked at Miralyte, her lips swollen, her hair tangled and damp. She stared back at me, her eyes wide, the flush rising in her cheeks. There was nothing but desire in her gaze, and I knew that no matter how forbidden or wrong it was, I needed more.
So I pulled her close again, kissing her fiercely. She returned the kiss, her lips parting in a moan. I could feel the heat of her skin even through our soaked clothing, and it mademe ache for her even more.
I sank my fingers into her hair, tilting her head back so that I could deepen the kiss. My tongue stroked hers, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body. I knew I was playing with fire, but I couldn't stop.
Miralyte's hands found their way to the bare skin of my chest, her fingers sliding along the ridges of muscle. I groaned, the sound low and deep in my throat.
I didn't care about the dangers, the risks, the consequences. All I cared about was this moment, and what I was feeling. It was raw and primal, and I had to have her. Now.
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Sinful
Miralyte
He'dkissedmeand,once again, I was left breathless and wanting.
There was a ferocity to it, something I hadn't expected. I'd expected him to withdraw, to put an end to this before it spiraled out of control. But he didn't. He seemed just as hungry as I was.
