Is this finally happening?Silla thought as he stalked toward the bed.
“Only if you want it,” he answered, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.
Silla blinked. Had she said it aloud? “Gods, yes,” she said, grabbing his collar and yanking him down eagerly. Rey covered her body with his, bracing himself on his elbows. He hovered above her, so near their breaths mingled in the darkness.
“Truly?” he asked.
She nodded. And then the words flowed from her, unfiltered and embarrassingly honest. “Since the first time you smiled, I think. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Those dimples. Gods, when you smile…” She exhaled shakily. “I cannot stand it. I want to be crushed under your weight. Want to feel your bare skin on mine. Want to watch your face as you fall apart?—”
Stop!warned the protective part of her, and Silla sealed her lips shut before more words could spill out.
“Gods, woman,” came Rey’s low voice. “You’ll be the death of me, won’t you?”
And with that, all embarrassment fled her. She opened her eyes. Met his fiery gaze.Him, her heart pounded, again and again. He lowered his hips against hers and…oh. She feltallof him.
And then his lips were on hers, and Silla was pulled under by the current of lust.
Rey had been reducedto pure visceral want. He needed her more than air. More than vengeance. More than anything he’d ever wanted before. He’d fought so long, so hard against the pull of her, but it had always been futile.Shewas inevitable.
Drawing back, he ran a finger along the waist of her breeches. “Take these off.”
Silla responded with such enthusiasm, lust and amusement battled within him—it seemed the obstinate woman didn’t mind being told what to do after all. But Rey should have known Silla would surprise him. After pulling off her breeches, she reached for her undertunic, yanking it off and tossing it aside. She settled back in the furs, utterly bare.
Rey couldn’t breathe for a moment, as he took in the goddess before him. Wild dark tendrils spilled around her face, her bare skin pale against the brown furs.
“Your turn,” she said softly.
But Rey could only stare dumbfounded at the expanse of bare skin. “So beautiful. So lovely.” It was all he could say. She truly was exquisite, inside and out. He reached to touch her, but her hand encircled his wrist, sending sparks shooting up the length of his arm.
“You,” she insisted, as though that single word was all she could muster. Deft fingers slid under the hem of his own tunic, and Rey’s heart thundered so loudly he was certain she must hear it. But the thought of her skin sliding against his made him wild and reckless, and before he knew what he was doing, Rey’s tunic was off.
“This dragon,” she murmured, staring at his chest. Her fingers skimmed across the creature’s curving body, along a membranous wing. “I want to map it out.”
“Later,” he muttered, his palm sliding roughly against her jaw. Rey kissed herdeeper, harder than before, losing himself in the sweet taste of her mouth, in curves and dips as he explored her bare flesh.
“Do you know how badly I want you?” Rey’s voice was rough as sand, his body hard as granite as he sank against the softest part of her.
“I might want you more,” she gasped, rolling against him and sending shivers of pleasure up his spine.
Gods, Rey’s restraint was nowhere to be found. He thrust against her, imagining how the hot, slippery clasp of her body would feel. How deep she would take him. He moved against her with a soft groan, pure satisfaction filling him as she trembled with need.
Words were spilling out of him, completely unfiltered.So lovely, andso brave, andI’ve wanted you for so long. He was carving himself up, handing pieces right over.Take it all, he wanted to say. Nothing mattered except her. Here. Now.
“More,” she moaned, and Rey found himself rolled onto his back, Silla clambering on top with amusing determination. Her hair fell around them in a cascade of wild curls, and she hauled it over her shoulder.
“Easy, my eager girl,” Rey said with a soft chuckle.
“Your laugh,” she whispered. Gods, she was beautiful, smiling down at him, with that wild hair and bare skin. “You’re smiling.” Her fingers slid along his lips, and he realized he was, indeed, smiling. “I want them all, Rey. Your smiles. Your laughs.”
“Come and take them,” he said, hauling her against him and kissing her. Rey’s fingers skimmed down her stomach, then slid through her intimate flesh and dipped inside. A thrill ran through him at the wetness he discovered. Proof that she wanted him, too.
Rey sat up, bringing her with him and settling her on his lap. One hand slid down her spine, the other pushing two fingers inside her, all while she rolled against him. The friction was maddening, intoxicating.
“Gods, woman,” he rasped, as he pumped his fingers. Straining against his breeches, Rey bucked up, rubbing himself against her sensitive skin. He was beyond restraint. Beyond reason. “I’ve no control where you’re concerned.”
“I don’t want you in control,” she said breathlessly. “I want you reckless.” A moan slid from her as her inner muscles clamped tighter and tighter.
Her thighs clenched against him. Silla’s fingers dug into his back, and she released a soft cry. Burying her face in his shoulder, she tried to smother her sounds. And as her body began to quake with her ecstasy, Silla’s teeth sank into his skin. The pain was sharp and distracting as Rey pinned her to him and bucked up against her, again, again, again, relentless in his desire to break her apart as she’d broken him.
