Page 68 of Traitor Witch
"Nilsa, you don't want to—"
Her lips meet mine.
I'm lost.
The first brush of her soft lips on mine is like a lightning bolt straight to my brain, frying my common sense. My arms reach out of their own accord, dragging her into my lap as my mouth learns the shape of hers.
She's not shy. Her tongue flicks out first, teasing my lips.
I let her go on the offensive for a moment, then take over. My kiss is more seductive, less teasing. My hand winds into her silky hair and tugs lightly, pulling her head back.
Now I'm in control.
I can tease her right back. And I do.
Nilsa moans and switches tactics. Lapping at my tongue in maddening strokes that travel straight to my cock.
Goddess, this woman...
She breaks the contact, only for a second, then dives back in.
But that one breath of cold, dreamworld air is enough to remind me why she'll hate me if I do this.
I drag myself away, all but dumping her into the cushions as I strive to put distance between us.
"You don't want this!" I gasp. "It's just my siren."
Fuck. What am I doing? Thepointof these dreams is to seduce her. Not give myself blue balls.
Nilsa looks stunned for a second, lips still bruised from my kiss. Her eyes are a darker, stormy blue that I'll forever associate with her passion.
I've got to work fast to salvage this.
"As much as I want to fuck you senseless, I'd rather do itbecause you're lusting after the man, not the siren." I lean back on the cushions, trying to play it cool.
Nilsa visibly struggles to pull herself together, and I feel like an asshole. Rage, confusion, and even the tiniest bit of hurt, flashes across her heart. Each one a slap in the face. With an arctic impassiveness, she turns her eyes back to the food.
"That was your siren?" She's trying to sound calm, but her voice is still breathy and her hand shakes as she picks up a bunch of grapes.
I've lost a little of the trust I've been working so hard to gain.
"He's a little impulsive around his mate," I say. "What can I say, sweetheart? You excite me."
The endearment slips out, and Nilsa raises a brow in response.
I just smile. "So, now that you're not under the influence, want to keep making out with me?"
I'm not sure what shocks me more; the fact that she hasn't freaked out about having been seduced by a siren's voice or that she hesitates, considering my offer.
"No offence, Klaus, but I don't trust you."
It takes a lot of work not to let how much that hurts show on my face.
"That's alright, sweetheart, I've got the rest of the night to change your mind. You never know, dessert might be your undoing."
She relaxes slightly, which I take as a win. I almost lost her there, and there's no room for these kinds of mistakes.
I have so little time left.
