This is the start of a wildfire, a spark jumping into a flame. Having him so near is too much and yet not enough. Never enough. Now that I have a taste of that powerful body against mine, even clothed, even dressed in leathers, I want all of it.
All of him.
All of his body and half of his soul, if I can’t have everything. It’s a hunger, a thirst that can only be satiated by having him, and even then, it won’t suffice. He’s too beautiful by far, every inch of his chiseled face and powerful body hitting me like a punch.
Violent beauty. Too strong to handle, too hot to keep, and yet.
“The way you’re looking at me,” he growls. “I need you and I shouldn’t be near you.”
“Why not?” I breathe.
“Too many reasons. Front and foremost, I lie, and you want the truth.”
The liar and the thief.“Then give me the truth.”
“If only it were that simple,Ellin…”
“Make it simple. Hold me.”
He shudders. “Why can’t I resist you? You torment me and I keep coming back for more like a fool. You hurt like a wound and I can’t keep away, needing that pain. Needing you to hurt me, remind me how good it can be and yet I can’t have you.”
“Why not?” I’m losing my mind, losing all rational thought. “Why can’t you be with me?”
“Ellin… Fuck it.” His mouth descends on mine, sealing my mouth, taking my breath away.
Right now, I don’t give a damn about the riddles and questions. The mysteries of this world could link hands and dance around me for all I care.
Roane is kissing me and that’s everything. His large body covers mine, his hand landing on the column beside my head and his muscular thigh pressing between my legs, awakening a sweet ache in my belly. I gasp against his lips and his tongue slips inside my mouth, tangling with mine.
It’s so pleasurable, it twists my mind. I can’t get enough of it. I want more, I want to explore and slide against him like water, I want to climb him and caress him, I want to know him… know what he has lost and what he needs, what breaks him and what puts him back together. What makes him howl, beg, demand, what makes him writhe with pleasure.
He slides a hand over my shoulder to circle my neck, tilting my head back, and he breaks the kiss to trail his mouth over my pulse, then up to my temple. Sharp teeth sink into my earlobe and I jerk in surprise and pain, even as pleasure zings down to my core.
His thigh presses harder between my legs and I claw at his shoulders, needing him, needing more.
All the things we said, the insults we hurled at one another, all the times he ran to save me and I turned toward him, all the moments we shared walking, talking, riding, bickering, touching, they are crashing together.
I don’t know if the world is shaking or if we are shaking the world.
If I ever doubted how much I want him, how drawn I am to him, how deep my feelings run, I’m convinced now.
It’s a thin line between love and hate. But I don’t hate him. So it has to be love.
I blink at the thought, then blink again when he goes down to one knee. Without a word, he unlaces my leather pantsand yanks them down. Then he curses and yanks down my underpants, too, hauling both off me together with my shoes, and presses his face between my legs, nuzzling.
“Roane…”
He pulls back, frowning. “What?” Then he draws a jagged breath. “Fuck… I should have asked first, right?”
“Asked what?”
“About eating out your pussy.”
I choke a little. “I… don’t…?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you. The thought of tasting you is fucking up my mind.” He lifts a hand, pressing it into my lower belly, and pleasure shoots through me. “Thinking that I’ll make you come so hard, no other man will ever satisfy you.”
I moan. His dirty talking is addictive and I’ve never been so aroused in my life. My inner thighs are slick with it. His long hair tickles my bared skin. His mouth… he wants to put his mouth on me.
