Page 133 of Lady of Shadows

That grin on his face turned downright feral. “Thank the gods.” He kissed her again, then began trailing kisses along her jaw. “Princess, I do not even know where to begin,” he murmured, his teeth grazing the shell of her pointed ear.

Scarlett couldn’t help it. A low moan escaped her as she tilted her head back against the window behind her, giving him better access to her neck. He chuckled darkly in approval, and the sound skittered along her bones. He kissed and licked down her throat, down to her collarbone. Lower. And then he stopped. Scarlett whimpered in protest.

Sorin braced a hand beside her head against the window as he brought his face close to hers, running his nose down the length of her own. “Such new sounds from you, Princess,” he teased. She felt his other hand behind her then, reaching for the buttons on her dress.

She couldn’t think of any smart ass comment as his fingers grazed her bare skin. Every bit of her attention, every thought, was focused right there. She reached up to help with the skin tight dress, but Sorin hissed at her again and she froze. “Let me do it,” he growled into her ear.

She buried her hands in his hair as he returned to her neck, sliding her dress slowly down. Finally, that dress fell to the floor, pooling around her feet, and Sorin stepped back, taking her all in. His eyes were heavy lidded as he purred to her, “I do not know which part to worship first.”

She reached for him, ready to undo those buttons and show him exactly where he could start, but he clicked his tongue. Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them against the wall near her head. He kissed each wrist,seeming to remember where those bruises had been from another man who had done the same but with such cruelty. “What kinds of things will you let me do to you, my Love?” he murmured.

Her knees were weak and her whole body was trembling as he kissed her lips, her neck. He reached her breast, and she arched into him. He circled her right breast with kisses while his left hand trailed down to her left breast. As he took her right nipple into his mouth, he palmed her left breast, and she moaned. Still, the kisses trailed lower. Down her torso. Down to her navel. Lower. Lower. Until he knelt before her. Until he knelt before his queen. Until he knelt before his twin flame.

There was wicked dominance on his face as those kisses moved to her inner thighs, circling the spot she wanted him most. She thrust her hips forward in demand, but he only chuckled, trailing a finger lazily around that spot, taunting her. She whimpered again, not caring that she was begging. “Sorin. Please.”

He laughed low. “I guess youdohave manners.”

Before she could reply, his tongue dragged across the apex of her thighs, and she cried out. His hand gripped her hip, pinning her to the wall. He took his time with sweeping strokes of his tongue. Scarlett gripped his shoulder, her nails digging in. She moaned when he slipped a finger inside her, then two. She felt release building as he worked those fingers in her, his tongue continuing its ethereal work on that bundle of nerves. Harder and faster he pumped those fingers until he took her over the edge, continuing to stroke her through it all. White starfire flames exploded around her with crystallized ice diamonds dancing among them. She didn’t care. The entire house could have burned down around them, and she wouldn’t have had one fuck to give right now.

She reached for him as he stood, a satisfied, smug male smile on his face. She wanted that shirt off of him. Those weapons. Those pants.

“Gods, Scarlett.” His tone was raspy and ravaging as he ran his tongue across his glistening lips. “You taste divine.”

Her mouth crashed into his, their tongues dancing against each other as she tasted herself on him. He hoisted her onto his hips, his hands squeezing her ass.She wrapped her legs around him tight. Her mouth was still on his when he started towards the hallway, then through a fire portal. Her long hair was a mass around them both. She kissed down his neck and throat while her fingers undid the buttons on his tunic as quickly as she possibly could.

Sorin stepped them into what she assumed was his bedroom. She didn’t care. He could have just laid her down on the floor of the sitting room and taken her right there.

It was easily as big as the kitchen and sitting area put together. A large bed was before them, with a giant soaking tub underneath the window on the far wall. A fireplace was opposite the bed, a grey sofa before it. He set her on the bed, shrugging off the shirt she had managed to unbutton. She reached for him again, undoing all the buckles as daggers and swords thudded to the floor. She made short work of his pants, and her mouth dried out as he sprang free, long and thick. He quickly slid them off, and she reached for him again. He was hard as granite in her hand, and she brushed a thumb over his tip. He groaned low, his cock twitching in her hand. She grinned up at him with wicked delight as he made to move over her.

“But I have so many uses for my tongue,” Scarlett protested, her voice sensual.

“Later,” he growled.

Scarlett wasn’t about to argue. She slid back on the bed as he crawled onto it, hovering over her. He kissed her breasts, nipping and licking her nipples. Scarlett fisted her hands in his hair, bucking her hips up in demand. Sorin laughed low. “But I have so many other ways to worship you, my Love.”

“Later,” Scarlett gasped between her panting breaths.

Sorin dragged himself slowly along her entrance. Scarlett whimpered, dragging her nails down his back, trying to pull him closer to her. With a wicked grin, he did it again. The third time, Scarlett ground out “Enough.” She tried to sound as demanding as she felt, but it came out as a plea. She was growing impatient. Sheneededhim in her. Now.

Sorin gazed down at her, pure love and adoration in his eyes now. Scarlett cupped the back of his neck with one hand. With the other she brushed a lock of that soot black hair from his brow.Looking into his eyes, straight into his soul, she whispered, “I love you, Sorin, and I chooseyou.”

The words snapped something in him. He pushed into her slowly, inch by inch. She moaned as he filled her. She clenched his muscled biceps when he was seated to the hilt and stilled, letting her adjust. “I love you, too, Scarlett,” he said, his own breathing as shallow as her own.

She writhed beneath him, begging silently with her hips for any type of movement and friction, and with a look of pure possessiveness, Sorin finally obliged her. He slowly pulled out a few inches, and Scarlett squeezed those muscled arms she was gripping as he thrust back in. Slowly, he did it again and again. She pulled herself up to him, kissing his neck, along his chest. She gasped when he started to go faster, harder.

“Scarlett,” he groaned, and she moved her hips in rhythm with his. She dragged her nails down his back again as pleasure seeped into every part of her. The connection between them was vibrating wildly. It was a hum in her veins. It was tangible, like she could reach out and touch it. It wove between them, intertwining around them, joining every facet of their beings and souls.

Their powers tangled around each other as if they, too, were connecting. She could feel them, flames dancing with ice, ashes swirling with water. Where they mingled, they glowed, and an aura of flames surrounded them. Her shadows swirled amongst it all.

She gasped his name as release barreled through her again, and he kept moving in her, drawing out her pleasure. Only when she had neared the end of her own release, did Sorin find his, groaning her name into her neck as he spilled himself inside her.

Sorin rolled off of her, panting as hard as she was. She nestled into his side, resting her head on his chest as he stroked her hair. After a few moments, when their breathing had calmed, Sorin said gently, “You are…all right?”

Scarlett lifted herself up to look into his eyes, where she found home staring back at her. She stroked a finger down his cheek and pushed herself up to brush a kiss to his lips. Then she said with a sensuous grin,“Prince, anytime you feel the need to worship me likethatI will be most willing to accept your adoration.”

Sorin’s face was dead serious as he cupped her cheek with his hand and said, “Love, I plan on worshipping you in every possible way for the next thousand years and even that will not be enough.”

Sorin brought his lips back to hers. She hauled herself on top of him, deepening the kiss. She pulled back just enough to murmur onto his lips, “Let’s do that again.”

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