Page 64 of Revelations

Frantic, she reared back in a desperate attempt to put some distance between them—anydistance. He came right along with her, never loosening his hold, until she found herself straddling his lap with her knees dug into the mud on either side of him. Pressed against his rock-solid chest, her breasts perked against the wet fabric of her shirt.

Her mouth opened to protest, to beg him to let her go, but no words came out. Fear kidnapped her voice. Her lips mouthed, “No,” with not even a breath of sound.

Gently, Kael pulled her head toward him, erasing the only distance between them. A moan escaped her as his lips claimed hers.

Soft, but demanding, Kael’s lips sent molten lava spreading out slowly to the rest of her body. His velvet tongue teased until she opened to him completely. The entire world disappeared. All that remained was Kael; his mouth on hers, the feel of his hands clutching her to him, and the need surging in her own body. With everything in her soul, she clung to him.

Greylyn rose up on her knees, so that she was slightly above him, her matted hair falling over his face. From the second in which his mouth had claimed hers, all the fear had evaporated. Centuries of pent-up frustration had vanished. There was nothing else in the world but this.

She deepened the kiss, eliciting a groan from Kael as his arms tightened around her, crushing her to him. With one hand, she ran her fingers through his wet hair, fisted at the nape of his neck to pull him closer. With the other hand, she caressed his cheek, as his stubble scratched her palm. The need to feel every inch of him pushed her on, awakening a side of her that she did not know existed. She had aneed to possess him, in every way. Equally, she had the need for him to claim every part of her as his own.

Oh, dear Lord. Don’t let this stop.

His lips left her own, as a sudden chill assaulted her now swollen mouth. Greylyn protested with a low groan.

Kael bowed his head to the crook of her neck. He trailed silken kisses down to the deep V in her t-shirt that exposed her cleavage. A sigh escaped her. She arched into him, basking in the glorious feel of his lips on her heated skin. His tongue flicked the metal ring that hung on a platinum chain between her breasts, followed by the reverent pressing of his lips to it. A shockwave of desire rocked her, as his hand floated over the fabric of her top.

Pulling his head back up, they locked eyes. She saw her own desires reflected back at her. An overwhelming need to touch him emboldened her in ways that she would have never imagined. His skin called to her through the flimsy material that separated them. Her hands grappled with the buttons on the front of his shirt. Impatiently, she tore the material in two and flung it away.

For a split second, Greylyn stopped and gaped at Kael’s chest as his smooth muscles glistened in the moonlight. Tentatively, she stretched her palms out over his chest. Her fingers lingered just above his taut skin, trembling, afraid to touch for fear of being burned.

Kael groaned, a low, husky sound. He placed his hand on top of hers and pressed it to his chest where his heart was beating in a fast, rhythmic drum roll. Her fingers traced the faded lines of his scar. A guttural moan from him unleashed her hands to roam over his pectorals, down over the ripples of his toned abdominal muscles until her fingers brushed the edge of the hip that was revealed by his low-cut jeans.

She could not get enough of him. The sight and feel of him against her own skin stoked the hunger inside of her more, as a new constricting sensation took hold deep within her.

With a primal moan, Kael captured her mouth once again in a heated kiss while lifting them both up and out of the mud. Once standing, she wrapped her legs around his midsection. They staggered a few feet until her back slammed into something solid. One arm under her ass held her suspended in the air. His other hand reached in between them to tug her ragged t-shirt over her head.

He pulled back from their kiss. His eyes fell to her breasts. Only a flimsy white lace bra remained to hide her nakedness. Surprisingly, she felt no shame, no self-consciousness. With his appraising stare, desire flooded through her, evaporating all hesitation and fear. Everywhere their bodies touched pulsated, as the need to fuse herself to him rose to consume all else.

Greylyn tugged his head, so that their lips touched again—softly for a second, before the kiss became one of undeniable, unrestrained lust. It demanded everything that they had from each other.

With his arm still under her, Kael kneeled, carrying her back to the ground with him. Little sparks exploded along her skin. Everywhere that he touched, a stronger, more urgent desire welled up.

She splayed her hands over his hardened pectoral muscles, delighting in the way they contracted under her fingertips as they moved lower to graze the top of his low-cut jeans.

A tremor of trepidation made her pause. Her hand stilled. Suddenly, she was unsure what to do. She had never gone this far before…had she? Ever since digging herself out of the ground, she had put up barriers to keep from ever getting too close to anyone, including in a physical and emotional sense. This was all new.

A moment of insecurity hit her like a wet blanket. What if she did it wrong? What if…

Kael pulled back, raising his hand to trail a fingertip down her cheek to her mouth. Staring back at her, flames danced in his eyes. Not hell-fire flames, not the burning red of his demonic self. More like an ember from a campfire that smoldered and now caught fully with a sudden puff of air. The resulting wildfire raged, barely contained. The same inviting fire that she hadwitnessed when they had stared into each other’s eyes in the vampire’s garden.

Greylyn moved her hands up to cup his face. Leaning his forehead to rest against hers, Kael spoke, his voice gruff.

“You are mine. You always have been and always will be.” He captured her mouth again in a fervent kiss that threw out any thoughts or questions left in her head. He trembled in her embrace. Then, in a whisper so low that she almost did not hear the words, “We are never-ending.”

A chill jolted through her. The words echoed and rattled around in her brain like the ball in a pinball machine.

We are never-ending.

Her body, just moments earlier heated and alive with an unquenchable need to melt into Kael, was now frozen. A shiver started at the base of her spine, spreading outward.

Instinctively, Greylyn pushed away. His arms reached out for her, but she wrenched free, scuttling backward as her feet slipped in the mud.

We are never-ending.

What was she doing? What the hell had she almost done?

We are never-ending.

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