“I just wanted you to know that. Thank you for listening to me. And I wish…” She bites down on her lower lip.
Fuck.
I close the distance between us and cup her face with my hands. “You love me?”
She nods.
I lean down and press my lips to hers. She throws her arms around my neck and kisses me eagerly, hungrily. I kiss her back with equal fervor, our tongues clashing, teeth grazing. Everything empties from my mind and my attention tunnels in on the woman in my arms. She tastes like wine and the soft scent of roses envelops my senses. She’s everything that is good in this world and the thought of not having her in my life isn’t something I can fathom.
“You’re married,” I whisper against her lips.
“I don’t care.” She licks my lower lip, then slides her tongue into my mouth. I kiss her back, desperation sinking into every movement of my lips. This is what I want.WhoI want. The whole fucking world can burn but if I have her, it doesn’t matter. I’m not sure anything matters.
She slides her hands up my bare chest and I grip her ass, then lift her. She throws her arms over my shoulders, but doesn’t break our kiss. Her breasts press against me but the fabric between us has to go.
Breaking our kiss, I reach the small couch in front of the fireplace and set her down on the center. I’m on my knees in front her in a second and when her fingers run through my hair I nearly groan. Even the simplest touch from her sets my blood on fire. I slide my hands up her legs and under the fabric of her dress, hesitating when I reach her mid-thigh.
“Please don’t stop.” Her words are breathy and urgent.
I push the fabric up and she lifts her hips so I can bunch it around her waist, then I kiss her knee before moving my mouth to her inner thigh. I drag my lips up higher. Her breath hitches and she digs her fingers into my hair, pulling slightly.
Pushing her legs wider, I continue until I reach her center. Her muscles tense under my hands, and her fingers still. Her underclothes are already soaked and I can smell her arousal. I nip at the fabric and she rewards me with another tightening of her hands in my hair. The only thing better than giving her pleasure is seeing her completely unravel and lose control.
I hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties and she lifts her hips as I pull them down. After I toss them aside, then begin stroking. Slowly, I trace my finger down her slit, then circle the bundle of nerves.
She whimpers and her hands move, her fingers ghosting over my neck and shoulders. I slide my finger inside her. She’s so wet I easily add another one. I move slowly, taking my time and watching as her breathing hitches when I curve my fingers inside her.
The fire crackles and pops, sending strange shadows dancing along the walls.
“Brevan.” My name on her lips sends a shiver through me and I rise so I can kiss her again. She presses against me but my fingers are still inside her and I thrust deeper. “Oh, fuck,” she moans into my mouth, then bites my lower lip.
I groan. I wanted to toy with her longer, but I can’t take it anymore. Pulling my fingers out, I start working on the laces of her dress. I want all of her. Everything. Always.
“Let me,” she suggests, then stands and pulls the gown over her head. She drops it to the floor, revealing everything.
I’m still on my knees in front of her, but holy fuck, look at her. She’s a goddess and I would give everything I have to worship her.
She leans over, then takes my face in her hands. “You have far too many clothes on.” After a quick kiss, she stands, then offers her hand. I take it, and as soon as I’m on my feet, her hands are at my waist, undoing my trousers.
When they drop around my ankles, she slides her hands around my hips, then up my back, pulling me against her.
I take a handful of her hair in my hands and tilt her head back before claiming her mouth with mine. I pull and she moans. Maybe I’m not the only one who likes a little pain with my pleasure.
Something cool glides over my skin and out of the corner of my eye, I notice the room is darker than it was. Breaking the kiss, I look down to see a swirling cloud of darkness circling us.
Taylan’s brow furrows but then she notices the shadows. Her lips part and her eyes widen. She takes a few steps to the side, moving closer to the window. The shadows follow her, slithering and flowing along the floor in undulating wisps.
“Is that me?” she asks.
For a moment, I can’t speak. My chest tightens and all I can think about is how her magic is the same as Caiden’s. I don’t want to think of him in any way related to her.
“Brevan?”
The fear in her voice brings me back to myself. The shadows swirl around us, intwining us in a figure-eight. Like they want us to move together. But they’re gentle, a soft brush against my bare skin. They’re nothing like Caiden’s.
And she’s not with him right now. She’s with me.
“It’s alright. Your magic sometimes manifests when emotions are heightened.” I step closer, the dark tendrils weaving around us, circling us in a swirl of strange mist-likeswirls of darkness. They’re cool and light, a sharp contrast to anything I’ve ever seen from Caiden. Yet, they’re not the same as the shadows produced by the Night Legion, either. Theirs are more mirage than anything. This is something else. Something entirelyher.
