Ember abruptly pulled her face away and opened her eyes, a hot flush of embarrassment chasing away the fog of lust and returning her to lucidity. “I’m…I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t ha?—”
Fiery hunger glowed in his starlit eyes. He thrust his fingers into her hair, and his head swooped down as he dragged her mouth back to his in a hard, bruising kiss.
Ember’s eyes flared in surprise, but they soon drifted shut, her body growing lax against his as she surrendered to his kiss. He groaned, clutching her hair, holding her head captive, not allowing her any escape. Not that she would have tried. She was exactly where she wanted to be.
In his arms, her body against his, with his mouth on hers.
When his tongue traced the seam of her mouth, she opened to it readily. It swept inside and curled around her own, claiming possession of it. The unexpected taste of him was a shock to her senses. It was like the crispest, sweetest water from an enchanted, starlight-bathed spring.
He tastes like heaven.
Pleasure swirled through her body, and a heavy pulse pounded between her thighs, deep in her core. Her hands slid up his chest and neck, fingers slipping into his soft hair.
Nyte angled her head, allowing him to kiss her deeper, harder. She moaned and returned it with equal fervor, unable to get enough of him, needing more. And he gave it, his tongue stroking and intimately dancing with her own. His kiss was hot and wet, sending a blaze through her, threatening to consume her.
But it wasn’t enough. She needed him to touch her, needed this gnawing, hollow ache in her belly to be relieved. She needed him inside her.
Ember clung to him, body thrumming with desire. Each scrape of his sharp fangs on her lips sent a jolt straight to her clit, and all she could imagine was those fangs sinking into her flesh.
With a snarl, Nyte broke the kiss, leaving her immediately bereft. He pressed his forehead to hers, breath ragged and bodytrembling. His claws grazed her flesh as his hands tightened on her. “Ember…”
Her breath caught, and for a moment, her heart stopped.
He said my name.
And he’d said it in a way no one ever had—raw, guttural, overflowing with emotion and need.
Heart quickening, Ember lifted her head and sought his gaze. “Nyte…”
His expression was wrought with savage intensity as he banded his arm around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. “I fucking crave you.”
Ember cradled his jaw. “Then have me.”
His wings snapped out, spreading wide, before curling around Ember and cocooning her in darkness. But it wasn’t total darkness, not by any means. Countless stars glimmered all around her, and their embrace was warm, solid, and thrilling.
And then the world fell away.
There was no floor beneath her feet, but somehow she wasn’t falling. She was weightless and adrift with Nyte in this endless sea of stars, floating in nothingness, and she’d never felt so protected and secure.
When gravity reasserted itself, she realized she was lying on her back with Nyte propped over her. His wings dissipated, leaving behind tiny glittering motes that faded like dying sparks around her.
Rain pelted the glass of the window beside her, through which diffused light streamed to illuminate Nyte. And as her eyes adjusted to the new darkness, she recognized her surroundings. They were in her room, on her bed.
And she was completely naked. Her clothing seemed to have disappeared the same way Nyte’s had.
The cool air settled over her, making her heated skin pebble.
A low growl rumbled from Nyte, and he lifted a hand to brush the back of a clawed finger over one of her nipples, making her shiver. He watched, rapt, as it hardened. Ember whimpered at the ache that touch produced.
“This beautiful body has haunted me.” Nyte stroked her other nipple with the same gentleness, again staring as it responded to his ministrations.
Ember curled her fingers into the bedding on either side of her head to keep from reaching for him, afraid that he might stop. “You…wanted me?”
He chuckled, the sound low and dark, as his otherworldly gaze met hers, shining bright through the shadows coalescing around him. “Ah, my dear little witch, I have yearned to touch you. To wring every sound of pleasure from you, to see you writhe in ecstasy.”
Those shadows flowed over Ember, trailing along her arms and legs, delicately caressing her skin and making her shiver anew. They swirled around her breasts and teased her nipples, and her breath hitched when she felt them slip between her thighs to brush over her pussy.
“Nyte,” Ember whispered, shifting restlessly beneath him.
