Page 37 of Her Ivory Flame

The tension in the room changed, the new information she just divulged winding through people in surprise. She even saw Kadenjerk his head towards her out of the corner of her eye but kept her gaze on Emris.

“Fine.” Emris snarled, the look of surprise leaving his face but still held in his eyes.

Without another word she turned and walked out of the hall, and tried to keep the sickness in her stomach at bay. A few memories of her time as a prisoner flashing into her mind and she swallowed the lump in her throat to keep herself steady.

A few feet down the hall, Kaden had walked in step next to her and he leaned over slightly, almost brushing her shoulder.

“You’re welcome,” he said plainly.

“For what?” she asked harshly.

“Keeping you out of jail.”

“I will die before anyone locks me up again,” she mumbled and quickened her pace back to her room, exhaustion weighing her down with each step.

Chapter 15

After a long bath and food in her belly, she found herself standing in front of the fireplace watching the flames flicker around fresh logs she just added.

She loved the way the flames would dance with no pattern, like a free spirit with no sense of perfection. She missed making them dance on her hand, her power making her able to summon a flame whenever she wanted and it would entertain her for hours on bad days.

She felt a hand slide around her middle and she leaned into Silas’s warm body while resting her head against him. Though she had new concerns about their connection, she still enjoyed his affection greatly.

“You ok?” he whispered against her ear.

“It’s been a long day and I just want to go to bed.”

She took in a long breath before attempting to step forward towards her bedchamber, but was gently turned around to face him and his face dipped down closer to hers.

“I missed you.” He breathed against her lips, his free hand grabbing at the nape of her neck.

“Silas, we need-”

“Take it slow, I know,” he whispered. “But what we did last night kept replaying in my mind all day and I’ve been craving another taste of it.” He bent down and nipped at her bottom lip, a wave of ecstasy spiking in her.

“We can’t-” she mumbled, but he silenced her objection by devouring her lips with his.

His hand on her waist dragged up her side, sliding on the bare skin under her shirt and stopped just under her breast. Her breathing shuttered and any logical thought left her mind when his thumb brushed over her hardening nipple.

“Silas,” she whispered. “I want to but-”

His hands moved to grip under her thighs and hoisted her up around his hips again, her legs wrapping around him out of instinct. Before she could object again, he was moving towards the dining table and set her down on the edge of it.

It was wrong, she knew that, but it was hard to ignore the fire she was feeling low in her abdomen after having a taste of it the night before. One more time wouldn't hurt, and then they can have a long talk about their future or if they would even have one.

She could feel his hardness against her thigh as he pulled her into him while he stood in front of her. His hand traveled up her hips and with one swift move, her shirt was pulled over her head. His lips pulled from her long enough to get the shirt off, a moan escaping from her between breaths.

“You’re very persuasive,” she mumbled against his lips and threw herself at him without any more hesitation.

He took her on the table right there, all thoughts in her mind lost to the feeling of comfort she had been seeking out for so long. It was going to ruin her one way or another, but she couldn’t decide if it was going to be a good thing or bad.

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She could feel the warmth of Silas’s front against her back, his arm draped around her waist while his heavy sleeping breath brushed the back of her neck.

She had woken them both only a few minutes prior from a nightmare that jolted her awake like many nights before. It had been a few days since she had one, but this one felt more intense and she wasn’t sure why.

Maybe it was because her magic was coming back to her slowly with training, but there was still a heavy wall keeping her from accessing the rest. The magic might be intensifying the memories, making it feel more real then before and she wasn’t sure if she was going to handle it getting worse.