Page 92 of The Edge of Dawn

The Universe above became a backdrop to his elegant features, framing him with a crown of stars.

She stared at his slightly parted lips, at the twin points of his fangs.

She saw his lips, full and sensual.

The very same lips that had kissed her like that.

What would it feel like… to have them on her… like that?

She caught his hand, running her fingertips across his palm, which was hard and callused, etched with the marks of a lifetime of hard and brutal training. She knew—far more than she was supposed to.

And she didn’t care.

When would she ever get a chance to experience something like this again?

Parting the folds of her robes, she guided his hand between her thighs. A smile curved her lips. The surrealness of it all gave her a heady feeling. She could do whatever she wanted. That’s what he was telling her.

“Tell me,” he growled, his voice deepening. “No. Show me.”

She drew his hand toward her. Just like in reality, she was naked underneath her robes. Heat swept through her body, making her want to squirm in anticipation. But she held still and placed his fingers against her mound. Suddenly, he looked completely enthralled.

“This is…” His words came out as a rasp. Was he actually breathless?

She took his thumb and guided it over her clit, making sure he felt it.

His eyes widened.

And she certainly felt it, for as he touched her there, a white-hot flare of pleasure shot through her, stealing her breath away.

That made two of them.

“Ah,” he sighed, his gaze narrowing in perfect understanding. Wide-eyed surprise turned into a knowing quirk of his lips as he took over, relinquishing her grasp, massaging her tender nub. Gently at first, then increasing the pressure bit by bit until she really started to squirm. Heat spread throughout her body, unfurling like a flower, suffusing every last inch of her with delicious, golden bliss.

He lowered himself until he was hovering over her, and his aura engulfed her. She felt it more profoundly than ever before. It was fire and ice combined: bittersweetness and euphoria and unyielding strength. She pushed against it with her own energy—she didn’t even know how she did that—and found him immovable. So she leaned into him, finding comfort in his strength. No matter how hard he was pushed, he would never yield.

He was the pillar. The anchor.

She was the untethered. Drifting in the current, dancing in the wind, until she was pulled into his vortex.

Now, he gently dropped down until their bodies met, and he pulled her into his powerful embrace. There was nothing for her to do but go with it.

How was he doing this? How was he so perfectly self-assured when he’d never known any of this before? When he’d never touched a human before her?

His instincts were incredible. But what else did she expect when he moved the way he did?

She rode upon waves of pleasure as he took her higher, holding her tighter. She leaned in and buried her face in the hollow above his collarbone, where the loose folds of his robes had slipped away, revealing a portion of his bare chest.

She stole a glance, peeking down the length of him. The low drape of his robes offered her a glimpse of the sculpted, chiseled perfection of his entire torso.

What did I do to deserve this?

“Hm.” He looked down, catching the direction of her gaze. The subtle curve of his lips deepened into a wicked smile, parting to reveal his sharp fangs.

And still, he caressed her down there.

The whole thing sent her into a frenzy. A soft moan escaped her lips. She pressed her hands against his shoulders and found the edges of his robes, which she pulled away, revealing his powerful shoulders.

She found his sash. She undid that, too, wondering how she was able to keep her hands steady enough while he coaxed such intense sensations from her. The knot came away easily, and his robes fell open, exposing…

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