Page 158 of Black Sea

But tonight was our last chance to love each other.

Mornon frowned, the only sign of his inner conflict during the brief, wracking silence that followed. His gaze moved to Calien’s Crystal. Slowly, he removed his hand from mine and extended it toward the starry gem.

I held my breath as he slid his fingers underneath it, and I was shocked when he lifted it slightly from my chest.

He was touching it.

And the Crystal didn’t react.

I broke out in a cold sweat, confused about what was happening, why Mornon wasn’t being thrown away, and I prepared myself to attack. But then his eyes shot into mine, and I realized.

Mornon didn’t want to take it. He just wanted to take it off me.

Alert, I let him do it and, with my heart in my throat, watched him as he placed it next to me on the bench. A muscle twitched on his cheek, revealing that he was fighting with all his might to resist temptation.

So, I jumped to my feet and framed his face in my hands, pulling him to me and pressing my lips to his.

He stood stiff for a few moments before surrendering to that kiss filled with my blood and tears, greedily probing my mouth with his tongue as if he couldn’t get enough of that metallic, salty flavor.

When I unexpectedly fell onto the bed, bouncing slightly, I let out a giggle. He looked down at me, and as he removed one of my boots and then the other, a cocky smirk appeared on his face, dark with desire.

Amlach’s smirk.

Trembling with excitement, I watched him take off his boots and make a rotating hand gesture. Darkness arose, spreading along the walls and the glass ceiling and isolating us from the outside world.

So that we could scream without anyone hearing us.

From that moment on, only desperate passion prevailed. My armguards, shoulder straps, and gold bustier hit the floor with metallic thuds in different parts of the room. His clothes were ripped apart in a rush by my hands. Mine were torn by the claws that emerged at the ends of his fingers.

I wanted his violent hands on the parts of my body that only he knew.

I wanted his angry bites on my nipples and the shivers that shook him as I ran my lips down his sex.

I wanted his nails cutting into me and his saliva soothing the wounds.

I wanted his mouth sucking relentlessly between my legs and buttocks until I writhed on the pillows and his tongue sticking in me.

I wanted him to make the claws appear on my fingers as well, so I could lick the blood pouring from the deep scratches I was carving into him.

I wanted his guttural sounds of pleasure against my palm, pressed hard on his lips, as I rode him at an increasingly faster pace.

I wanted to feel his furious pulse beneath my pads as I wrapped my hand around his throat, pulled him up, and took him all the way inside me.

He let out a sigh of pleasure that blended with mine, but when I tried to kiss him, he drew back with a teasing smile.

“Give me your lips,” I commanded, tightening my hold on his neck until his muscles and tendons grew tense.

He squeezed my buttocks and pressed my lower belly even more against his, so that the tip of his erection would touch a spot inside my vagina that made me burst into a sudden scream.

“Give me the Crystal,” he replied defiantly.

“Never,” I snarled.

His eyes blazed with a combination of anger and lust. In the next instant, I was pressed against the mattress with his powerful body looming over me. I was captivated by his rugged, untamed beauty and the slightly waving locks that framed his face, tickling my cheeks.

He contemplated me for what felt like forever, so much so that I thought he would resume possessing me without ever kissing me again.

Instead, he opened his mouth wide on mine, and suddenly my entire universe shrank down to just him.