?“Allowed my soul to be free.”
?And everything around me disappears. I see it now. That flickering shadow dancing like a flame I had before thought was wavering.
?She looks at me again. She looks at me and I. . . I seeeverything.
?Syphix is opening the door but I’m already moving. I take her, my fated, my Mavyllora, into my arms and shadow twist. Bringing us back to Syngenia. Back to my rooms that she burned down to nothing when she believed I hated her for her voice and song.
?Her skin is so warm against my hands. Her eyes so open as I am able to look upon her soul.
?“Mavyn,” I breathe. Like a prayer. Like a lifeline. Like my own salvation.
?Her hand trembles as she brings it to my face. Her fingertips brushing against my cheek, tracing along my jaw. Her touch on me is something I used to dream about.
?Is this a dream?
?It has to be, doesn’t it?
?This can’t be real.
?Her eyes follow her fingers. They skip up to my lips. Tracing them as I had to her in the ballroom. So soft and gentle.
?I need her to kiss me.
?Even if just for a moment. I need her.
?“Mavyn.”
?She draws up to her toes and I lean down to be closer. Holding back barely from crashing my lips to hers but she needs to be the one to make this decision. She needs to be the one to accept. She needs to make the choice.
?I drift my eyes shut and wait. Her fingers over my lips move to my jaw and her other hand curves around my neck.
?“Are you mine, Thorne Arcturus?”
?“In every lifetime.”
?“Then prove it.” And so cruel is she. Her lips only brush mine in the lightest of kisses. “Prove how much you’re mine.”
Twenty-Three
Mavyn – Novam 26
He doesn’t hesitate.
?His lips bruise with the force as they crash into mine. His tongue forcing my lips open as his hands rip apart the bra and shorts leaving me completely bare. His hands roaming with so much heat, but not burning.
?I take my hands and try to peel off his clothes. Fumbling with uncertainty because I don’t know how to do this but he takes the lead anyway.
?Ripping his shirt open for me as he guides me back until the back of my thighs hit something.
?His eyes devour and anticipation rolls as he says, “Get on the bed.”
?Such sure hands undo his belt and jeans and soon enough they’re gone. I can barely swallow as I trace every line and contour of his body.
?“Mavyn,” he whispers, and I hadn’t realized I froze until I look up to gentle eyes. So much tenderness as he relaxes his shoulders. “We don’t have to do this right now.”
?Panic seizes for a moment because do I want to do this?
?Fucking hell, that answer has been known since Darian first dragged his tongue over me.
