Page 59 of Obsidian Prince

She bent down to kiss him, delighting in being taller than him. One hand found the back of his neck, but the crisp, short hair was far too short to fill her hand with it like he liked to do with hers. It tickled her palm as her lips met his. He had to look up, the angle a new experience for them both. They explored the touch of lips, the joining of breath, a glory that she’d craved for so long. Now, there was no hurry. The night was theirs.

She pulled back after a moment, all eyes open so she could look down at him. Her hands traced the shape of his face, following her multi-layered vision. Scarlet passion burned through the complex interlocking ice crystals of his usually logical, controlled surface. Her hands felt the warmth of soft skin overlain in her vision with the shimmer of hard obsidian. Silver horns like the ghost of a crown surrounded his brow. “You are so beautiful.”

A firework sparkle of amusement accompanied the deepening red of desire. He delighted in her ability to make him laugh, even if it only showed outwardly in an upward quirk of lips and a huff of warm breath. “I think that’s my line.”

She saw a mirror of herself in his mind, his view of her. She drew in her breath sharply. The woman in his mind was stunning, his desire for her overwhelming. He didn’t want Liliana’s venom. He didn’t want Liliana’s vision. He didn’t want a spider seer ally.

He wanted Liliana.

She blinked her first eyes as they filled almost to overflowing. So much desire, just for her. She ran her thumb across his full lips.

Long lashes brushed his cheeks as his eyes fluttered shut, breath hitching.

She kissed him again. In that moment, there was no other option.

His hands that had been resting on her hips went around them, cupping her bottom, pulling her closer.

She hooked one arm around his neck. The other explored his chest while her weight dropped into his hands, all without breaking the kiss.

He lifted her down as he stepped back, her entire front warmed by his body, his big hands holding her full weight without strain.

She wrapped her legs around his waist to hold herself up, so he could use his hands elsewhere. Her mouth opened to the heat of his tongue.

One hand stroked up her back. Calloused skin skimmed over the thin satin of her dress and up the nape of her neck left bare by her high hairstyle.

She shivered. His thick tongue stroked inside her mouth. “Mmmph.” A moan escaped her.

He turned and took a step to get to his garage door, bracing her back on the wall beside it. His hard body pressed heavily against every inch of her.

She pushed his jacket off over his shoulders.

He let go of her long enough to let it slide off to the ground behind him. The elegant dress uniform jacket made a messy pile on the concrete garage floor behind him.

His broad palms stroked up the outside of her thighs where they wrapped around his waist, sliding under her skirt to the lace and silk of her panties.

One hand slid under her, supporting her as he pulled back from the wall, the other hand opened the door to his house. The big hand under her with fingers long enough to encircle her waist, touched her through thin material.

She squirmed in his grip, unable to be still, wanting so much more.

Not for a single moment did either of them stop kissing, mouths sliding, exploring textures of heat and wet. They each demanded more of the other.

His eyes stayed closed, sunk in the sensations of kiss and touch bombarding him. Hers were open. She saw his kitchen lit by moonlight shining in through the broad glass of his sliding back patio door with the open curtain.

He didn’t need eyes in his own house, immaculately free of clutter. His steps were sure as he set her bottom on his kitchen counter.

His lips left hers finally. His mouth scorched a shivery path down her throat, hot tongue and the brush of teeth that gave her goose bumps.

Her hands, which had been frantically unbuttoning his shirt, stilled as the hot path of his lips and tongue dipped into her cleavage. His big hands cupped her small breasts so he could kiss them more easily. His thumbs stroked her nipples.

She threw her head back, closing all her eyes for a moment to just feel his lips on the top of her breasts. When his hands squeezed gently, she made a sound like she did in the dome when a giant lion slammed a mace into her shield, a groaning whuff of expelled air.

That.“I want more of that.”

He chuckled against her breast, “Happy to oblige, my lady. But I think this is in the way.” He unzipped her dress, his fingertips tracing a shivery path down her back. When his hands came up, he brought the dress up too, pulling it over her head.

As he tossed her new dress aside, she didn’t feel cold, just relieved to have less clothes between them. The cool air on her skin caressed her, as soothing as if she were burning with fever.

He pulled her bra down some on both sides, until her breasts rested above the lacy material. He did that delightful gentle squeeze with his hands again.

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