She tilted her head. “If you don’t want to?—”
I pulled her to me, pressing my lips to hers once more, cutting her off. She looked dazed when I finally drew back, a slight smile playing across her lips.
“It’s more than a fuckingwant. You should know that by now.” The words left me in a rasp. “I need you, Nova.”
She glanced up from where her hands rested against my chest, her eyes heavy with desire. The look made my abs tighten and my cock twitch with a sharp ache.
I gripped her hips, pulling her body more flush against mine. “You have no idea how badly I need you right now.”
She stretched taller, her nose brushing mine, and whispered her reply directly against my lips: “Have me, then.”
My mouth claimed hers in answer.
I may not have deserved her concern or anything else she offered, but I kissed her anyway, hard and demanding, taking my fill of her taste, her softness, her warmth. Because maybe this was the answer. In the past, I’d never felt more balanced than when we were connected like this.
She kissed me back even harder than I’d kissed her, her fingers tangling in my hair. As if she’d had the same thought.
This is how we make our way through the dark.
This is how we find our way back to each other.
I guided her away from the fireplace, shoving her against the wall. My mouth never left hers for long, and my hands soon joined in the claiming. Every inch of her. I needed every fucking inch of her soft, perfect skin; her breathless sighs; her arching body.
She let out a gasp as my tongue flicked against the throbbing pulse of her neck. My lips closed over that pounding spot, sucking until she was squirming beneath me.
“Gods, Aleks.”
“You are far closer to a divine being than me,” I replied, face still buried in the warm curve of her neck. “But you’re welcome to pray to me if you’d like.”
“And you’ll answer those prayers?”
I drew back, returning the playful smirk she gave me with one of my own. “I suppose it depends on how devout this mouth manages to be,” I told her, cupping her chin and tracing my thumb over her lips.
Those lips parted, her tongue swiping over them. Her hands moved from where they’d been braced against the wall to my chest, undoing the buttons of my shirt. She trailed her fingers very deliberately over my stomach, following the lines of my muscles lower and lower.
“Keep that up, and there’s only one way this ends—” I inhaled sharply as one of her hands slipped beneath the waistband of my pants.
Her bright eyes flicked to mine.
“With you on your knees in front of me,” I finished, “practicing a very specific kind of devotion.”
She gave a sinful little smile. “Tempting me, again.”
I grabbed her face and planted a punishing kiss against those wickedly curved lips. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue dancing with mine for a teasing moment…then she pushed me away.
Only to switch places, twisting me around and shoving my back to the wall.
The desire that surged through me nearly knocked me off my feet. It only grew as she dropped to her knees before me, her fingers hooking around my belt as she went. She unbuckled it with deft fingers before pulling my cock free with equally nimble hands. Her lips were there to meet it, their softness a maddeningly perfect contrast against its stiffness.
I pressed one hand to the wall beside me. The other formed a fist in her hair, pulling it out of her face as she took me into her mouth.
Divine,I’d called her.
An understatement.
The gods were nothing compared to the chaotic, beautiful creature kneeling before me, devouring me as if she’d been starving for this moment—as if she’d thought of doing nothing else all day.
My head tipped back as she took me deeper, deeper,deeper. Her hand joined in, circling the length she couldn’t take in her throat, moving with her head to a rhythm that was torture and ecstasy rolled into one.
