Page 173 of Lady of Shadows

“Have I told you lately how stunningly beautiful you are?” he asked, taking in all of that bare skin as though he hadn’t just feasted on her moments before.

“Mmm,” she hummed, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back slightly, her perfect breasts thrusting out. He lowered his mouth to one, sucking in the tip. “Yes, but I never tire of hearing it,” she continued, her fingers sliding into his hair.

With a smirk against her skin, he bit down on her nipple at the words, and she hissed, her fingers tightening and yanking hard on his black strands. He chuckled darkly as he slid his lips to her other breast. “So violent,” he murmured.

“Says the savage Fae who justbitme,” she retorted breathlessly.

He swirled his tongue around that peaked point a few times, making her squirm beneath him, before he pulled back and purred, “You like it when I bite, Love.” He slowly began dragging his canines up her chest to her throat. She tipped her head back as a small whimper escaped her, and he sucked lightly on her throat before he bit down. She gasped, her hips bucking against him in demand.

He growled with desire as he swiped his tongue against the small hurt before pulling back. He gently took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, her eyes fluttering open. Icy blue orbs with silver and flecks of gold swirling in them met his own. “You, Scarlett Semiria, are a necessity in my life.”

Her features softened as her legs came up to wrap around his waist. He let her flip them, rolling onto his back as she settled on top of him. Her hair fell around them like a waterfall of starlight. She leaned in close, bracing her hands on his chest as she said softly, “You, Sorin Aditya, are the brightest star in my darkness.”

Her lips met his, and she kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing against his. He felt her icy shadows as they skittered along his skin, and he sent heat into them, wrapping it around their bodies. Scarlett moaned against his mouth at the sensation of their magic mingling, and the sound had him hardening even more. He gripped her hips again, lifting her ass and lining her entrance up with him. Then in one smooth movement, he slammed her down onto him.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her nails digging into his flesh, as he groaned at the feeling of once again being buried deep inside her. It would never be enough. He would never get enough of feeling her tight heat around his cock.He would always want more, always crave another taste, one more time of her writhing beneath him and hearing her noises of pleasure.

She pushed herself up, grinding down and moving her hips in small circles around him. He cursed under his breath then he lifted her hips once more until he was almost completely withdrawn from her before pulling her down once more. The sound that came from her had him smiling in smug satisfaction before she took over the movements. He slid his hands to her thighs, gripping tightly as he watched her ride him, bringing herself closer and closer to her release once more. Her hands slid up her own torso and grasped her breasts as she tilted her head back in clear pleasure, and he brought his thumb to her center, rubbing against that bundle of nerves.

She let out a breathy noise, and he felt her begin to clench around him as she dropped forward, burying her face in his neck. He took once more, one arm sliding around her back and the other hand burying into her hair to hold her to him as he thrust into her again and again. She cried out as he felt her spasm and shudder around him, drawing his own release. He groaned her name as he came, clutching her tightly to his chest.

They were both still panting when he gently shifted her off him and rolled her to the side. She nestled into him, her head on his chest. Sorin stroked her hair in the quiet of their rooms as her breathing evened out, her body relaxed and sated against his own. He savored it. The feel of her against him. The sanctuary of their private chambers. He knew he should ask about the Maraan Lords she had referenced. He knew he should press about the blood magic books Eliza had found. But he knew she would go back to the mortal lands, and what lay in wait for them there would not lend much time for being together, not in this way. So he let her fall asleep in the middle of the afternoon, holding her tightly and not letting her go.

CHAPTER 54

CALLAN

There was a knock on the door that had Callan glancing up from his book. Finn and Sloan had gone down to the training rooms to spar. They had gradually become more comfortable leaving him alone here. He had become rather accustomed tonotbeing known here, and while he was growing restless, he was also enjoying not being noticed. He liked that he seemed to blend in with the common folk, that he wasn’t something special here.

The knock came again, and he closed the book, rising to answer the door. Lunch wasn’t for another two hours, so he wasn’t sure who it would be.

He pulled the door open to find Scarlett standing on the threshold. He blinked, wondering if he was seeing things. He looked down the hall in both directions. She was completely alone.

“Hello, Callan,” she said quietly. She was dressed in black pants and an emerald green tunic that set her silver hair shimmering against it. A beautiful sword was at her hip, and she had her hands clasped behind her back. “Would you be willing to take a walk with me?” He stood frozen, staring at her, unable to find his voice. She shuffled on her feet.“Unless you are busy? I could come back this afternoon.”

“No,” he finally managed to get out. “No, now is fine. Let me just put my boots on.”

“Sure,” was all she said.

“You can come in. While you wait. I will not be long,” he said, stepping aside.

“All right.” She took a few steps into the room, just enough for him to shut the door behind her. “Where are Finn and Sloan?”

“Sparring. Down in the training rooms,” Callan answered, crossing to his bedroom. He grabbed his boots from near the door and slid them on.

“You were reading?” she asked, noting where his book still lay on the sofa near the fireplace.

“I was. I find I have lots of time on my hands here,” he answered. Scarlett only nodded her head. Noting she was not wearing a cloak, he did not bother with one either. “Shall we?”

She was silent as she opened the door and started down the hallway.

“You are alone,” he said, following her.

“I am.”

“They do not even have a guard with you?” he asked. He could not keep the slight bitterness from his tone.

A half smile lifted on her lips. “I assure you, I am scarier than anything that will attempt to accost me in these halls.”

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