Page 24 of Unmasked Prophecy

“When we come for them, I promise you this, we will make them beg for their freedom, for our mercy.”

He means it. Every word. But there’s a dark edge to his voice, a danger that makes my skin prickle.

I suck in a breath, letting it out slowly.

“I don’t want you to get hurt because of me,” I say.

His eyes lock onto mine. “Don’t worry about me. Worry about them.”

I’m starting to think maybe it’s them who doesn’t know what’s coming.

BEING ALONE WITH TALONis exhilarating in a way that defies explanation. His presence makes me feel this strange kind of warmth and comfort, yet at the same time ignites a fierce flame within me that terrifies every fiber of my being. His power to unravel me is daunting, and I am terrified of what my feelings in this situation might do.

I want him, and I’m tired of trying to hide it.

We come across an old fallen tree, and he sits down, boots kicked out, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the stars in the clear night sky. I remain standing, my breath caught in my throat as I wrestle with the thought of making a move. Can I muster the courage? Mera urged me to just go for it, yet my instincts scream against being so bold.

Fuck my instincts anyway, where have they gotten me?

"You gonna sit?"

I glance at him and bite my lower lip, catching his eyes following the movement, sparking something in his expression. I pause for a moment before settling beside him, our shoulders lightly touching. The night air is chilly, but his warmth radiates into me. My heart pounds like a wild, untamed creature within my chest.

God dammit, I don’t know how to do this with him.

"You good?” he murmurs, and I don’t miss the low, throaty tone in his voice.

I look over to him, my eyes searching his face. "Yeah. I’m okay."

Here goes nothing.

I turn towards him, my eyes locking with his, and I know if I don’t do this, I’ll chicken out and never get the chance again. Maybe it’s the joint, or the alcohol, or both, but I need more than just his shoulder brushing against mine. I want to feel him, deep inside me, and know exactly how it is meant to feel to have a man want me.

“I need to kiss you again.”

My voice is breathy, and I see the exact moment my words register, because his expression grows dark and his body stiffens. I don’t let him think about it, because I’m afraid of his reaction. Instead, I move closer, reaching up and letting my hand rest against the stubble on his cheek.

Then I move in and press my lips to his.

He doesn’t hesitate. He pulls me against him, his mouth finding mine with a hunger that catches me off guard. He kisses me with a depth that has my core igniting and my legs clenching together as a weird kind of pleasure shoots up my spine. His hands move around to my back, pulling me closer until I have no choice but to straddle him.

I do so without hesitation.

His hands grip my hips, guiding me as I rock against him, feeling the hard length of his dick pressing against me. My breath catches in my throat, and my body hums with need, pressing closer, wanting more. The world fades, leaving only the intense heat of him beneath me, the sensation of his hands and mouth consuming me.

I gasp, overwhelmed by a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to drown me in its intensity.

Fuck.He feels good.

I grind against him with an urgent desperation, harder, deeper, my moans tearing through the night as I get closer to feeling something I’ve never felt before in my entire life -pleasure. It's a raw, primal pleasure. His mouth devours mine, and our hands are roaming, almost desperate.

I need him.

Panting, I reach down between us, driven by a desperation to feel him inside me, hard and painful, stretching me as I sink down onto him. My fingers fumble with his jeans, unbuttoning them frantically as his rigid cock brushes against my fingers, ready. The soft skin against my fingers sends a thrill down my spine.

I need him.

Now.

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