And my man doesn't burn.
Maybe we have this all wrong. What if the Gods need us together, our hearts together, to finally destroy the curses we caused?
His hand glides up my neck, grasping my chin with a fervent hold as he pulls me closer. His fingers are tightening, as if the thought of letting go will destroy him for good. With a forceful tug of his other hand wrapping around my waist, our lips press tighter together. I gasp, savoring the brief moment of air before he claims me again.At last.Our lips meet in desperation, neither of us pausing to breathe, lost in the yearning that consumes us.
A desire that has been torturing us since I arrived.
All this time we have lost.
The Gods keeping us apart means nothing with his hands on me. With his lipsconsumingme.
The burning desire of revenge is sizzled out and is replaced with the burning desire to have him sweep me up right now, and take me back to his piano.
My heart flickers as I hear a soft moan escape his lips, making it impossible to not want to ever stop.
He kisses the way he fights. Ferociously,with purpose, making it impossible to do anything but surrender.
And I shall surrender,only to him.
My hands have found their way to his chest, clutching tightly at the scaly fabric of his suit, desperate to bring him closer, even though there is no more space between us. I feel the frantic pounding of his heart through his chest, in rhythm with my own. Only making my own heart flicker more violently.
My nose deeply inhales as our lips passionately dance together. His scent is all around me, making my knees tremble but with his firm grip, I never fall. Sweat and blood mixed with the smell of fire…him. His scent.
My Koen.
My man.
Just him, with his lips on mine, intoxicating everything inside me.
His lips tug my bottom one with a hunger, while his hand trails up my spine with a desperate urgency, fingers tangling into my hair with a tight grip, sending shivers cascading through me.
He pulls away from me for a split moment, breathing out the words, “I told you my hands shall never leave your body ever again… now that I haveyou. That was a dangerous move,Spark.”
My gaze flicker between his desperate eyes that beg for more and his lips that tug between his teeth.
I lift on my tiptoes. My lips part as they brush along his. “I thought you weren’t afraid of a little fire?” I tease, breathing deeply before I embrace his lips once more, without a care as to who sees.
My lips curl into a smile as he is still kissing me, knowing Lykia is watching from afar.
An electric energy courses through me knowing she is seething where she stands, and there is nothing she can do in front of the Royals.
Expect to watch his lips,on mine.
For a second, I let myself believe this is what I've always been waiting for. Not the crown, not the revenge of my sister, not the peace of our Realms being free from the curse, but the feeling of this. The feelingof him.
As his grip tightens, hearing him gasp for a breath, I pull him in. My body never wants to leave him. I kiss him harder.
But he pulls away just long enough for me to breathe, to see the wildness flashing in his eyes. His hand gently brushes along the ash and blood of my forehead. His eyes soften, and his lips slightly tug upward.
“I told you, you wouldn’t burn.” My brows lift, catching his lips tug between his lips as he smiles.
His head cocks to the side, brushing his curls behind his ears. “And how did you know this?”
And just as he reminds me with those words, my heart plummets. I love a man that has the ability to kill the last Deskyiara.Me.
Yet, his memory of it is gone. But once I have the stones in my hands, will the Realms finally remember the truth?
My lips part to speak, feeling the urge to explain what the shifter had warned me, but the chosen run up behind Koen. Theon sweeps his arms around his back, patting against Koen’s chest, making him cough in pain.
