Not that I need this to be love…
“I warned you that my touch is like a mark of hardship.” He leans forward once more, brushing his lips with mine.
“I can’t believe it,” I murmur.
“No? Then why do you hesitate? Your body knows to fear me, even if your mind says otherwise.” Even as he warns me against him, his hand moves down my side, catching on my breast. Thumb flicking over its peak that has my back arching off the ground. “Perhaps it is the danger of me that excites your desire.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me.” I settle on that truth, surprisingly confident. Those words resound in me with perfect clarity, not a trace of doubt, cutting through the heady haze of my immense need.
“No?” He growls as he leans forward to kiss me again. This time fiercer. Almost angry. His tongue has turned bitter. “I have killed the heart of a witch before.”
My heartbeats slow, every one resounding in my ears, echoing the words ominously. Yes, there’s a danger to his movements. Yet I find myself more intrigued by it than afraid.
“Are you sure you want to bed a man such as me?”
I study him, searching those haunted eyes for an explanation I know I will not find. It’s too closely guarded. The facts have been muddled to obscure the picture.
“You are what I want.” Even with all the unknowns that surround him, even with fear and doubt trying to cut through my resolve, those words ring true. “When you are near, thoughts of you eclipse all others. Only you can make the world melt away to nothingness. I want you to ravage my body until I can’t think.There will be nothing for Conri to claim if I allow you to destroy it.”
His smirk turns into a grin. Satisfied and triumphant. I wonder if he is gloating to himself that he will take the woman Conri claimed. Let him, if it ends the talking.
“Good. For I have dreamed of feeling you under me since the first moment I laid eyes on you.” He kisses me again and unfastens the clasp of my cape with a single hand. That hand moves from my collarbones to my chest, grazing over my breasts, to the bottom of my shirt, where it slips underneath the hem and reaches back up. He grabs my bare breast, gently, caressing and grazing over every sensitive spot. Then, firmer.
Evander lets out a low growl into my ear. “But I should warn you, Faelyn. I might not be the monster that Conri is, but I cannot promise I am a gentle lover. If you tell me to ravage your body, then that is what I shall do.”
“I don’t need you to be gentle.” I surprise even myself by saying so. But it’s true. I’ve been so twisted and bent and strung to the point of near breaking by the endless teasing and tempting that I want nothing more than raw and simple satisfaction. “And I meant what I told you.”
He takes me at my word.
Releasing me, his hand leaves my shirt and grabs my hips and yanks me to him. Evander’s lips seek out mine, claiming them in a kiss that threatens to break me. I moan into the kiss, it escapes as a gasp as his hands explore the curves of my body once more, pushing away fabric and pulling off my clothes.
Quivering against the night air, my own hands are pushing down his pants. They have a mind of their own, moving with a need that I’ve never had before. Never have I needed release so badly. Never have I ached for a man’s touch upon me with every trembling fiber of my being.
Coming up for air, we pant against each other. His shining eyes threaten to consume me and, as they do, I’m aware of how naked I am even though his own pants are still clinging loosely on his lower hips, hanging in a frustratingly modest manner. Evander grabs my face, thumb under my chin.
“Tell me what you want,” he growls against my mouth.
“You,” I say instantly.
“You know that’s not good enough. Be specific.”
“I want to taste you.” My voice is not my own. It’s deep with desire and heavy with need. “I want to feel you against me. I want to have you fill me to the point that I can’t worry about anything else.”Make the world fade away.
“I will give you all that and more.” Evander places a kiss on my mouth that’s almost so sweet it could be called love. It’s contrasted as he leans away and I get my first look at all of him. He shifted just enough to shed the last of his clothes while kissing me.
He’s as stunning as all my imaginings. My attention follows the dark line of hair from his chest down his stomach, framed by the divots of his upper hips, all the way down to the object of my focus. Two words cross my mind and manage to escape my lips as a breath.
“Yes please.”
With a chuckle, Evander pushes me back. I shiver as his lips kiss a trail down my neck, nibbling and licking all over the swell of my breasts. My body goes as rigid as him in response. He returns to my face, clearly savoring every aching, smothered moan and hitching breath.
“Are you ready for me?” he whispers into my ear.
“More than.”
Evander’s body presses against mine, his arousal pulsing against me. His hands and tongue continue to explore my body greedily. Right when I’m about ready to scream for him, he grabsmy hips and adjusts our positioning. Without another warning, he pushes into me. Slowly and purposefully. All the while, eyes locked with mine.
The moment all the space between us has collapsed, he sets a rhythm. His fingers dig into me, lips never leaving mine as the pace works nearly into a frenzy.
