Just like the first time, there was no haste in his movements. He pushed and pulled, teased and pressed. His mouth swallowed my moans. His arms steadied my quivering legs.
Emrys held me together and tore me asunder with his strength, his heat, his gentle care.
When he teased the bud at the apex of my thighs with his thumb while working my entrance with his fingers, I began to leave this world completely. I felt like I was on a racing horse that was running toward a cliff, except I had sprouted wings.
Strong fingers teased and circled, filling me in the most delicious way. My own hands flexed around the back of his neck, pulling him into me where our mouths joined. Everything within me tensed, drawing tight, preparing to let loose.
“Look at me,cariad.”
I forced air into my lungs and raised my gaze to his. I knew what was coming this time. So I shielded myself, blocking any emotional projection his fingers would unleash from me.
His blue eyes glowed with all the ferocity of his curse, except its attention was directed at my pleasure.
“Lose yourself. Come for me.”
Those words, looking into his eyes—I soared into the heavens and shattered into a million pieces.
Emrys’s hands, still holding me, still caressing, put me back together. The warmth of his breath as he nuzzled into my neck, teeth raking along my skin, brought me back down to earth.
I whispered my original plea again, “I want to make you feel the same way.”
He closed his eyes and groaned.
Chapter 48
Emrys
Our hunger flared brighter with every soft kiss, every broken breath shared between us. Isca’s fingers lingered on my chest, sending lightning through me. Her heartbeat, alive with desire, drummed a frantic rhythm against my skin.
I could’ve died right then, with her in my arms. And I would’ve smiled as she unmade me.
Cursed gods.
I had to close my eyes. She wanted to touch me.
But I couldn’t allow it. I wanted it more than I wanted my heart to beat again, but that was the problem—I wanted ittoo much.
My curse stirred, prowling beneath my skin. Every part of me screamed for her, for the closeness, for the wild and reckless surrender she offered. But if I let go—if I truly let myself feel the way I wanted to—I wouldn’t just lose control. I wouldexplode.
I could protect her from that. But we were in a war camp. There were the soldiers sleeping in their tents, the horses, the trees shielding us from the wind…and damn it all, I couldn’t protect them when I felt this wild.
I kissed her again, a long, desperate kiss, and her hands came up to tangle in my hair. Another groan tore from my throat. My hips bucked instinctively, and I forced myself to still, to think, to breathe.
I couldn’t take much more.
I’d already cast two spells to protect her, to protect everything. Magic flared through my core. I chilled the overheated part of me that threatenedto unravel. The part that pulsed and ached and demanded her touch. I shoved another layer of magic on top, locking a shield in place so she couldn’t feel what I was doing to control myself.
I took her lower lip between my teeth and released it gently, pulling back far enough to rest my forehead against hers.
“We can’t,” I said softly, finally. “Not tonight.”
Her kiss-swollen lips parted, and her gaze narrowed. “Why not?”
“Because if you touch me right now, I’ll explode.”
She blinked. “You said that this morning!”
“The truth has not changed.” My voice cracked. “I mean it. I’ve kept this in for too long. My magic… the curse… I won’t be able to control what happens if I let gohere.”
