My arm stretched out toward him, my fingers snagging on the button at his jeans. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I didn’t care to think about it too hard. I just moved, giving into an instinctual desire that I’d tried so hard to buryinside.
Lugh cocked his head, a lopsided grin on his face. “What’s thisthen?”
“You know what this is,” I said, slinking toward him. My fingers slid around his waistband, and then slipped up beneath his shirt. His muscles rippled against my touch, his skin hot beneath myhands.
It was if he were on fire. Hell, the heat in my head made me feel like I was on fire,too.
Maybe we bothwere.
“Moira,” he murmured, watching me with intense, hooded eyes. “I thought you didn’t want us to dothis.”
I tipped back my head to look into his eyes. “Of course I want this. It’s practically all I think about.But...”
“But the prophecy,” he said with asigh.
I closed my eyes and shook my head, scattering those dark thoughts away from me and into the bin. “Maybe it’s time we forget about theprophecy.”
He tucked his knuckles beneath my chin and pressed his hot lips against mine. I groaned against him as my core flickered with need. I’d spent so long pushing him away. Why the hell had I been doing that? He was unlike any male I’d met in my life, and the last thing I wanted to do was lose him because of myfear.
I needed him more than I needed airitself.
As his kiss deepened, I pressed up onto my toes and slid my fingers between the dark strands of his hair. He was wearing far too many clothes. Time to take care of that little problem. Smiling, I pulled back and ripped the soft material over his head, gut sparking from the sight of his well-muscledchest.
“I want you,” I whispered, pressing my hands against his rock hard abs. “Don’t think about the prophecy. Just think aboutme.”
Eyes sparking, he wrapped his hands around my arse and yanked me up into his arms. My thighs wrapped around his hips. I pressed myself closer to him, relishing in how the magic sparked between ourbodies.
Distantly, a tinny voice tried to warn me that I wasn’t in my right mind, but I pushed it away. Sober Moira needed to chill out. She’d done bugger all to help the situation. A plan to reverse the prophecy was great and all, but it didn’t truly matter in theend.
All that mattered was being withLugh.
Lugh slammed my back against the wall, his hungry mouth caressing my neck. His dark power curled around my body, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake. With a gasp, I ground my core against his, desperate to be rid of the clothes that shielded us from eachother.
Lugh pushed away from the wall and carried me into the bedroom. He shoved all the books off the bed, and then threw me back onto the soft mound of pillows. In an instant, he was on top of me, kissing me with such a ferocity that I no longer knew who Iwas.
Magic pulsed between us as we wrapped ourselves up in each other’s arms. Between kisses, we shed our clothes. First, my shirt, tossed onto the floor. Then, my jeans, thrown against a lamp. And then his. As he crawled on top of me, arms and abs rippling, I wet my lips. He looked even better than Iremembered.
I curled my finger and beckoned him toward me, a sly grin spreading across my face. I’d never felt more emboldened in my life, never more in control of what I was doing. A part of me knew it was the drugs, but it wasn’t as though the Sapphire was making me play apart.
It had just removed all the barriers around my heart. I was finally doingexactlywhat I wanted to do. Fear could no longer controlme.
“Lugh,” I whispered just as his mouth drifted down my stomach. “I’msorry.”
Lugh paused, glancing up to meet my eyes. “You have nothing to be sorry for, mylove.”
“I do,” I said quickly, swallowing hard, speaking while I still had the courage to do so. “I hurt you. Hell, I hurt both of us. I ran when I should have stayed. You know I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. And I don’t want to run anymore. I want to be here, in this castle, and stay by yourside.”
A strange expression flickered across his face, his glassy eyes clearing for just a moment. “You’re only saying this because of theSapphire.”
“Maybe so,” I said. “But I meanit.”
“And the prophecy? What aboutthat?”
I reached out toward him, desperate to feel his touch once again. Now that I was speaking, I wished I hadn’t said a word. It brought too much clarity to my thoughts. Instead of talking about our fears, I wanted to get lost in histouch.
“Nevermind the prophecy. We’ll talk about thatlater.”
My fingernails dug into his skin, and heshuddered.
