Page 62 of In the Dark

“Maybe. Is it working?”

His heart hammered in his chest as he took her in, knowing that to some this wasn’t tangible, wasn’t real. They did not expect dreams to come true. Yet he was able to touch her, taste her, feel those hardened nipples against his chest and answer with a need of his own.

She was beautiful, with starlight in her hair and plump lips waiting for him to kiss her. He spun a dress around her, wrapping her in silver, and lifted them both high into the air. The beat of his heart mimicked the beat of his wings.

Morgan worked his magic. The landscape beneath them changed until snow blanketed the ground. It swirled in playful gusts and touched her skin without the chill. Each flake was silky-soft.

Karsia tilted her head back and raised her face to the sky, letting those pure white flakes fall onto her skin and dark auburn hair. Her joyous laughter did something strange to him. He reached for her face and cupped her cheeks to run the pads of his thumbs along her bones. She looked at him, caught those penetrating eyes delving deep into her soul, and quivered against him.

Then his lips came down on hers and she sighed as she opened to him. Passion rose in her, an emotion she hardly recognized. Real or not, she felt the pressure, felt his hands on her waist and the hardness of his torso. Overwhelmed, she clung to him until they returned to the ground. Blood rushed and rumbled in her head in time with the gallop of her heart.

Those hot and demanding lips sparred with hers and had her going weak at the knees. Her hands fisted in his chiton of their own accord while he ravished her mouth.

“You feel so good,” he told her, lips traveling along her chin and up toward her brow. “You have no idea.”

“I have a small idea.” Managing to tug one of her hands away, she lowered it to the evidence of his desire, thick and rock-hard.

He felt good, too. A windstorm brewed in her stomach and threatened to take her away. The only anchor holding her in place was Morgan. Morgan with his impossible wings and deadly sharp horns.

Every inch of his body, perfect and inhuman, pressed against her intimately in a way that took her female awareness of him to a new level. And oh, yes, she was aware of him like she had never been of any other man in her life.

Karsia could still not believe he was there. She couldn’t believe he’d managed to find her when she could not find herself. He was there with her, with an unnatural snow swirling around them. His teeth nibbled at her lips, his tongue tangled with hers.

Hasty hands tugged at the skirt of the dress, another one of his designs. She happily gave herself to this man and his power while those skillful fingers played over her buttocks before roaming again.

Her head swam and her senses tingled, with every nerve standing to attention. She loved the sounds he made, those small moans only increasing her own desire.

Morgan laid them down on the soft snow-covered ground, soft as goose down and not at all cold. His fingers began to unravel the fabric over her chest.

“I need to see you,” he muttered. It had been so long since he’d felt a woman beneath him, let alone in this form. They’d always preferred someone else, a tanned golden god versus a horned monstrosity. He obliged, if only for the touch, for the opportunity to lose himself and taste earthly pleasures.

It was not so now.

Karsia sighed when he revealed her breasts, soft as rose petals, with dusky nipples pert and ready for his attention. Morgan latched on and suckled lightly, bringing first one into his mouth and then the other. She gasped and drew him closer, her hands searching out his skin.

Her body came alive under his ministrations while his mouth tugged at her and threatened to devour her like a savory treat. Like a starving man at last presented with the one food he craved.

Morgan felt heated, lit from within by an impossible inferno. Still, chill bumps rose in a trail where she touched him. “What are you doing to me?”

“I’m loving you.” Like he was the one being silly.

She kissed along his neck and back toward his mouth. Her mind was a whirlwind, full of the beauty he helped her see. Full of him. He was raw power in a perfect blend of beast and man. She felt the muscles of his back where they tapered into wing joints. Naked, the lean lines of his face and body were clearly visible.

His growl changed to a moan and in an instant, his outfit disappeared, along with her own. They lay naked together, his hands coming up to caress the gentle curve of her waist.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I was too afraid to hope for. I never dared dream until you.”

Karsia took his face between her hands, noting the differences between his true appearance and the man he showed to the world.

“You love me,” she told him, her voice cracking.

He closed his eyes and relished the rawness of his emotions. “I do. Yes.”

“Even though I’m only me on the inside?”

“We’ll find a way. Whatever the Fates bring to us, we will find a way.”

“Are you sure this isn’t too fast for you?” She studied their linked fingers. “I mean, we have only known each other about a week. Maybe less. Who can tell?”

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