A world where I really,reallyneeded to be with this man.
It wasn’t even about sex at this point; it was deeper than that. It was a fundamental requirement to my existence and if he didn’t give in, the icy power stalking through my veins might very well explode.
His eyes ignited with that scarlet ring as he sucked in a shaky breath. “This is—” He laughed once, harsh and gruff. “This is insane.”
I stopped moving toward him and sat on my knees. “It is.”
We stared at each other. The air turned static with stinging tension.
“We should go back,” he said roughly. “We should be smart about this.”
“We should,” I agreed.
“We need to talk about what happened.”
“We do.”
His eyes narrowed. “We shouldn’t do this here. Not for our first time....We should wait.”
“You’re right.”
I couldn’t look away. He couldn’t look away. We sat within reaching distance, staring each other down, daring the other to be wise and stop this.
But neither of us spoke again and that bond pulled achingly tight—buzzing, vibrating,demanding.
Lucien’s gaze dropped to my mouth.
I opened my lips to—
“Ah fuck it.” He pounced.
We fell together to the leaf-littered ground. His mouth bruised mine as he kissed me exquisitely hard. I moaned as the world narrowed to teeth and breath and skin.
We clawed at each other as if we’d combust if we didn’t touch. My filthy white shirt ripped in the night. He tried to yank it down my arms but...in a burst of deliciously hot fire, flames burst from his fingertips and turned the material to ash.
I gasped as his hand landed on the silk camisole I wore underneath.
That too went up in a puff of smoke.
He didn’t stop kissing me, even as he turned his dangerous hands to my skirt and prepared to turn that into cinders.
“Wait!” I pushed his chest. “I’ll need something to wear to walk home in!”
Growling under his breath, he shoved the torn and tattered skirt off my hips, kicking it away the moment it bunched by our feet.
He fell on me again and when his hand landed on my breast with nothing blocking skin to skin, the bond roared with delicious approval.
Whatever this was. Whatever we’d become.
There was no going back.
His tongue plunged into my mouth as I managed to unzip his trousers. His taste hit me like a comet—hot brimstone and scorched honey—a heady mix of smoke and sweetness.
The flames in his blood roared to life, making his shoulders steam as the ice within me replied. It rippled down my fingertips, stamping his skin with instantly melting snowflakes.
And the best thing...no pain.
Just a clashing and melding, joining and fusing as if we’d always meant to find each other. Always needed each other to survive.
