"We only possess tonight." Covering his hand with my own, I refuse to permit his retreat into the freezing void of his guilt. I tilt my head, anchoring my trust to his gaze. "I do not want to spend it measuring the shadows. Come to the bed with me, Zhetrin."
The conflict hardening his sharp features instantly incinerates into a consuming, predatory hunger.
Refusing to grant him the oxygen to object, I rise onto the tips of my toes, pulling his mouth down to mine. The kiss begins as a slow, deliberate claiming. Tasting the dark wine on his tongue, the friction deepens until his broad hands slide up my spine, hauling my fragile body flush against the unyielding wall of his chest.
Breaking the kiss just enough to capture a ragged breath, I pull him backward. Pressing my hands against him, I guide histowering frame downward until the deep silks sink beneath his weight.
Framing his ash-pale face with my small hands, my thumbs trace the sharp, aristocratic line of his jaw and the elegant curve of his lips.
"Megan…"
"You are breathtaking." Leaning forward, I press a soft, lingering kiss to his closed eyelid, mapping the bridge of his nose, and finally, the corner of his mouth.
"I am a monster of the Undercity, Megan." The admission is a raw, vibrating rumble, genuine shock registering in his silver eyes. "My hands are stained with the blood of thousands. Are you not terrified of what I am?"
"Never of you." I pour every ounce of my Lowtown defiance into the vow. "You make me feel entirely safe in a world that only calculates my death."
A dark, ragged groan rips from his throat.
Clamping his hands onto my hips, he hauls me forward, dragging me directly into his lap. Straddling his muscular thighs, my knees sink into the mattress. His mouth crashes against mine—a fierce, possessive devotion that obliterates my oxygen and leaves me completely unmoored.
Hooking his fingers under the hem of my tunic, he hauls the fabric over my head in a single, fluid sweep. He tosses the linen aside, leaving my skin entirely bare to the sputtering alchemy light.
The kiss fractures. The Warlord's focus drops, tracking the dark, angry bruises blooming across my ribs and the ugly, purple mark where the mercenary's boot struck me.
"I should have gutted Seredryl in the hallway." The self-loathing rasp vibrates with lethal intent. Bending his head, he presses his lips gently against the bruised skin of my ribcage, thescalding heat of his mouth sending a violent tremor down my spine. "I failed to protect you within my own walls."
"The walls did not fail." Threading my fingers through the thick, obsidian strands of his hair, I tip his head upward. "You broke your world to find me. That is the only sum that matters."
The profound, primal reverence locking his features strips away the final, stubborn layers of my defenses.
Gripping my waist, he rolls backward, carrying my weight with him. I hit the mattress with a soft gasp, the silks tangling around my limbs. Zhetrin follows me down, his towering mass hovering over my petite frame, entirely caging me in the suffocating heat of his body.
Shedding his dark tunic, the hard, heavily corded muscle of his chest is laid bare.
Trailing open-mouthed, searing kisses along my jawline, his fangs graze the column of my throat before descending to the swell of my breast. Drawing my peak into his mouth, he sucks with a ruthless, demanding rhythm. I cry out, my spine arching off the mattress as his tongue laves the hyper-sensitive flesh. Continuing his descent, his lips brush the soft skin of my stomach, burning a path of liquid fire directly toward my core.
Wrapping his large hand around my right calf, he lifts my leg completely over his broad shoulder, exposing me entirely to his predatory focus.
Propping myself up on my elbows, my pulse hammers a frantic, violent rhythm against my ribs as the High Sovereign of the trade routes kneels directly between my parted thighs.
"Zhet." The heat in my cheeks reaches a boiling point.
"I have never bowed to anyone." The violet rings in his irises completely eclipse the silver as he maps my slick, swollen folds. "But I will bow to you."
Refusing to allow me a second to process the staggering admission, he lowers his head, burying his mouth directly against my center.
A fractured scream tears through the quiet of the main wing.
The sensation strikes like blinding electricity. His tongue is relentless, tracing the sensitive folds with a punishing, demanding rhythm that entirely short-circuits my bodily functions. Locking his large hands onto my hips, he holds my thrashing body firmly in place against the mattress as he devours me. The wet, slick slide of his mouth draws frantic, desperate moans from my throat.
"Stop." My hands fly blindly, tangling into the thick strands of his hair. "Zhet, please—it's too much. I'm going to break?—"
"You will not shatter." The dark, vibrating rumble against my slick flesh only heightens the ecstasy. He sucks harder on the sensitive nerve, swirling his tongue with a violent, focused precision.
The climax strikes with the catastrophic force of a collapsing mountain. I cry out, my entire body seizing as my inner muscles clench wildly against his mouth. A blinding, shuddering orgasm rips entirely through my core. Collapsing back against the pillows, my chest heaves, utterly ruined by the devastating skill of an immortal.
Shifting back up the length of the bed, his face levels with mine. His lips gleam with my moisture. He crashes his mouth down onto mine, letting me taste my own ruin on his tongue. The searing exchange drives a secondary, desperate ache straight through my stomach.
