Page 58 of When Day Breaks

But she doesn't answer me. Instead we stop swaying, and stare into each other's eyes. I'm sure by now she can see the change in mine. And I'm sure she knows that the dark tendrils that feather in them aren't due to needing blood, necessarily, but rather just needing her.

Maybe she doesn’t know what she wants. Maybe she is also just as conflicted in her moralities in comparison to her desires.

She dips her head between us, her eyes falling closed and her lips parting. I'm holding on by a thread and it's bound to snap. Ican't deny myself of her. I always knew that. I always knew she would be the ruin of everything if I gave in. But maybe that's what I needed.To be ruined. I needed someone to pull me back in from the darkness I buried myself in, hiding behind it like a coward because I didn't want to be subjected to the possibility of pain. But now that I have her, now that she's ruined me, I never want to let her go.

"Lucynda."

"Rivian."

We both say each other's names at the same time, heated whispers melting against the cold, but before any of us allows the other to continue, we find ourselves colliding.

Our lips crash in a wave of need. Desire twisting in the air with the light layer of snowflakes fluttering about. I press her body into mine, needing to mold her to me as we fight for the passion that ignites between us. I feel the shiver that travels down her spine, and I crave to get her free of the clothes that cling to her, needing to feel her skin on mine.

"Home," she breathes as our mouths press roughly against one another. "Take me home."

I don't need another demand from her before Imanifestus back into the castle. We find ourselves in a dark hallway, not caring if anyone else is near as we continue to grasp for each other. We kiss, and squeeze and it's not long before I litter her coat on the floor, desperate to get underneath the rest of what separates her from me.

"Room," she moans greedily between our kiss.

I don't pay attention to my surroundings as I end up pushing us against a wall in my room seconds later. Glass shatters behind her at the force of how hard we crash into it—not knowing that's what was behind her to begin with—and she gasps.

"Are you hurt?" I pull away, her lips leaving mine with a pop and her heavy eyelids slowly lift open. I can see the plea in them,she needs me back just as badly as I need her, but I want to make sure the glass didn't pierce her skin.

"Don't stop," she begs and I nearly fucking lose it.

I pull her back into me, reaching for any part of her body I can hold onto as we tangle in this rough and passionate dance between us.

"You're bleeding," I state as I take in the scent of blood. Neither of us pulls away though as she groans into my mouth, "I'm fine." And we continue on.

Moments pass. Her tongue molding with mine, our lips pressed as deep as they can go, and her fingers digging into my skin. We claw at each other, hungry and needy for more.

"Down on your knees," she pants as she forces herself to lean back and break the kiss.

"What?" The hunger for her is so strong that it is physically impairing me, and I need to get her back before I explode. Her words get lost in the blood rushing between my ears.

"You want my forgiveness?” A devious look swims in her eyes as she places the palm of her hand on top of my shoulder and starts to urge me downward. “Beg for it. Get on your knees." I can't help but to melt under her control. I've never been so pliable before, willing to let someone control me in any aspect of my life and while Lucynda is the only one who will ever have that over me in comparison to anyone else, I still shock myself at how easily I fold.

"Fuck," I say to myself as I lower to my knees.

She doesn't let her eyes fall from mine as I drop beneath her line of vision, leaving me to look up at her.

After peeling her thick coat from her in the hallway moments ago, she's left standing in her long brown boots, a pair of leggings tucked underneath them, and a black, long-sleeved shirt that clings to her body like second skin.

Not a second more before my knees hit the ground that I start removing her boots from her to have better access to her leggings. I don't even wince at the glass that crunches beneath me. Those come off next, peeling them down her legs. I watch her tremble as my fingers touch her bare skin and it only ignites the hunger I have for her.

Once I get her clothes off her body, she waits with bated breath as I give her my order.

"Wrap your legs around my shoulders." She doesn't hesitate as I help her by lifting her up, pressing her back into the wall further as she swings her legs over me. I move closer so that she doesn't have to worry about slipping, pinning her securely against the wall with the help of my body holding her in.

I kiss her inner thigh, the burn of her eyes on mine feeds me so much adrenaline, it hurts. "I am so fucking sorry," I whisper to her between the soft kisses I trail toward the apex of her thighs.

I reach the delicate skin of her pussy, leaving a kiss there before I continue. "I don't deserve your forgiveness."

She wraps her fingers in my hair and I look up at her, my breath skating over her glistening core. I look directly into her pupils as I lean in and blindly press a kiss where my lips land and she shivers in my grasp.

"But I really hope you can forgive me for what I've done." My last words leave my lips right before I drop my eyes and press a kiss to where I know she aches.

Moans escape her and I feel power over having her like this, even though she's the one who is in control of me.

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