Page 135 of Shadows and Ciders


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A growl rumbled in his chest. The room darkened.

The kiss grew frantic, our movements sloppy.

He tore his mouth from mine to yank my tunic over my head, toss it aside, and pull me back into his grasp. My nipples peaked and tightened, the cool air a shock to my overheated body.

His lips were nearly bruising. I didn’t care.

Steady palms started at my hips, slid up over my waist, settled over my ribs again.

He hesitated there.

He leaned back, tearing his mouth from mine, and glanced down.

The groan that left his mouth was utterly indecent.

Liquid heat pooled in my stomach. I clenched my thighs together.

“You are perfect, my goddess,” he whispered, reverence in his voice. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

My face warmed.

I felt suddenly exposed.

I squeezed my thighs together even harder, hoping to create some sort of friction.

He watched with rapt attention as he lifted his hands, cupped my breasts, stroked his thumbs over my nipples.

My head fell back, a groan escaping my mouth.

His movements grew surer. He caressed my nipples, circling his thumbs, driving me to the point of madness.

I grabbed his face, forcing him to meet my gaze.

“Kiss me again,” I pleaded, breathless.

“Whatever you want,” he agreed readily.

His mouth returned to mine, harshly this time. Demanding.

Shadows streamed, tendrils wrapping around my arms, my legs, my middle. He took control of my limbs. Effortlessly, he backed me into the wall, moving my legs for me, yanking my arms above my head.

The sensation was overwhelming—he had complete and utter control of my body.

And Ilovedit.

He followed me, his hands never leaving my chest. He continued his ministrations there, torturing me.

I relaxed into the hold of the tendrils, giving in.

“Mine,” he growled into my mouth.

He used his shadows to pull my legs apart and shove a thigh between mine.

His tongue stifled my gasp.

The pressure against my core was nearly enough to send me over the edge. My hips moved of their own accord.

He worked my body expertly, as if he knew it better than I knew myself.