Page 101 of Of Sword & Silver

“Oh.” My eyes are wide, and his other hand’s on my bare shoulder, his thumb making circles. The heat between my legs intensifies, and he inhales.

“I can scent your need for me, Kyrie. Tell me what to do.”

“It’s sweat,” I tell him weakly, lying my ass off and we both know it. “From the nightmare.”

“I’ll fuck the lies from your tongue, Kyrie. I will fuck you until all we have is the truth of our need between us. Tell me to kiss you. Tell me I can taste what I’ve forbidden myself from wanting. From needing.” The growl in his voice sends a shiver down my spine, and my nipples grow hard from the rawness of it, from the energy he’s radiating.

“Do it,” I whisper, my eyes darting between his.

“What?” he asks, a knee going between my legs, another on the side of the bed.

“Unh,” is all I can say as his mouth meets the soft skin between my neck and shoulder.

“Do what, Kyrie?”

“All of it. Kiss me, taste me.”

“Is that what you want?” The hand on my shoulder moves lower and I shudder as his thumb grazes over my sheet-covered nipple. “Is that all you want?”

“I want you to fuck me like you mean it, like you’ve been wanting to since I came into Cottleside and told you I wanted you for sex.”

His eyes flash, and his mouth’s on me in the next second.

I expect a clash of teeth, of tongues, and my hands go around his neck, his hair impossibly silver in the moonlight.

There’s no clash though, like the fight’s already been fought.

His mouth is soft on mine, gentle, and teasing.

It doesn’t make me feel like he hates me.

It makes me feel precious and cared for—like he’s holding himself back.

I don’t want him to hold anything back.

I want there to be truth between us, in this, at least.

I slip my hand between his legs, feeling for his cock, and he groans as my fingers curl around his hardness.

“Kyrie,” he groans.

“That wasn’t what I asked for. I didn’t ask for gentle,” I tell him with a sly smile.

“Fuck,” he says, and this time when he kisses me, it’s devouring.

My toes curl and I tilt my hips up, aiming for relief from what’s already building between my legs.

Our breaths are ragged as our mouths move apart and he puts his forehead against mine, the tendons on his neck standing out.

“Kyrie,” he says. “You are?—"

“I think it’s time for me to go back to sleep,” I tell him, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.

“Wait, what?” He blinks.

“You didn’t think you could just kiss me and I’d forget how mean you were to me tonight, did you?” I shake a finger at him. “You want more from me, you’re going to have to treat me nicely.”

“I will treat you like a goddess,” he says, and to my surprise, he’s smiling too.

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