Page 52 of A Dusk Of Stars

Still…Thisis what I get?

Angrily, I try to make the sparks bigger, but they stay just as they were.

I try again, gritting my teeth and balling my hands into fists when I fail.

“Careful, Novak,” I hear the voice warn me. “It’s a gift from the constellations. You don’t want to appear ungrateful.”

The voice helps me tear my eyes away from my hands, finding him crouching close by, looking at me intently with his forearms resting on his knees and that glow radiating off his skin again.

For a moment, I just stare at him — forgetting all about the sparks, not thinking at all, just… feeling.

It’s so hard at first, to untangle what I feel. That’s how all-encompassing it is.

As I keep looking, it all narrows down into a single thought.

This man is mine.

And what I need more than anything else right now is toshowhim that he is.

Without a conscious decision, I lower my palms to the ground and start slowly crawling over to him, watching his eyes narrow at me.

Until I get really close and see them round, his hand flying back to maintain balance as he lowers himself to the ground so he’s propped on his elbows. I feel his body tense up as I come to straddle him and wrap my arms around his torso, resting my cheek on his to whisper, “Whatisthis, what I’m feeling?”

It makes me frown, when he doesn’t relax. But he doesn’t try to get me off either. A long moment goes by before his low, tense mumbling reaches me. “A lot of power. Bottled up for too long. It’ll pass.”

The mumbling makes my frown grow deeper, but the voice still soothes me like I knew it would. He’s so hot and hard under me, it makes the coil in the pit of my stomach tighten with a growing need. I dip my head to catch a whiff of his neck, that intoxicating scent of his making me close my eyes.

I drag my nose up his skin and give the spot right under his earlobe a slow lick.

His muscles clenching even harder, he grits out a low grumble.

He doesn’t move to stop me and now there’s wet heat pooling between my legs. I start trailing the length of his jawline with soft little bites.

The next thing I know, his arm is clamping around my back and I’m being flipped over, finding myself lying on the ground. He’s braced on his forearms, his hips nestling between my legs and his hands pinning my wrists to my sides.

There’s a violent flutter in my stomach when I look into the eyes hovering above mine. “You don’t know what you’re doing,” he warns as he moves to pull away.

I wrap my legs around him to stop him.

He stills, the scowl on his face making me let out a muffled, playful laugh. I drag my teeth over my bottom lip, his eyes darting to my mouth and fixing there.

“Novak,” he grumbles in yet another warning, but his eyes don’t leave my lips.

I don’t say anything. I just arch my spine and buck my hips, my breath catching when I rub against him and feel how hard he is.

I hear him let out a groan before he buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply.

Then, abruptly, his grip on my wrists loosens and he starts pulling back. It makes me frown, but the very next second, I feel his hands grab onto my waist as he lowers his nose to my neck again, hungrily dragging it down my body.

I close my eyes, my lips parting and my fingers digging into the ground as the heat between my legs intensifies. He only stops when he reaches my stomach, taking the flesh between his teeth and pulling at it in a way that makes me let out a shaky breath, the coil in my stomach winding unbearably tight.

I grumble.

Then there’s this sharp, impatient tugging at both sides of my hips, followed by fabric gliding down my legs. The next thing I know, the cold winter air is nipping at my skin, his arms are wrapping around my legs and I’m feeling those same bites on my inner thighs, one then the other. They travel higher and higher, making the anticipation grow until my core is throbbing with helpless desire.

My hands fly to his head, my fingers threading through his hair and guiding him where I need him most.

It makes me let out a loud moan, when I finally feel his mouth on me. He groans, his fingers digging into my thighs as his tongue buries into my aching flesh.

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