Page 70 of Wolf's Keep
He reached out, cupping her cheek. “I did not lie to you, Erin. Not once.”
She sat up, pulling away from his hand, the movement and the change of angle thrusting him deeper in her. He swallowed. Her eyes went a little unfocused and her mouth parted. Erin was not entirely unaffected by the motion either.
“You didn’t tell me the whole truth. Lying by omission is still lying.”
She gave a startled yelp as he reached up, pulling her against him, and rolled her beneath him, his legs wedging between her thighs. She opened her mouth to protest, and he captured it, silencing her with a kiss.
He released her mouth with a final suck on her bottom lip. “You are right. I omitted certain facts.”
“And here I was, trying to save you.” She sniffed. “I even thought of taking you with me into the future, so you didn’t end up in that cell.”
“You—”
His heart leapt at her words and a warmth spread through his chest. She cared. For him. For his life. And yet there was still so much about him she did not know. Things that may easily destroy this fragile intimacy between them.
“I am sorry for what happened today, for not anticipating the archeveque’s actions. I thought you would be safe with the women.”
She snorted, squirming beneath him.
L’enfer.If she moved like that again, he would lose all semblance of control.
“Have you ever met Manette?”
Licking his lips, his mouth only inches from hers, he forced himself to focus on her words.
“Manette?”
“Married to a man named Monsieur Robert.”
“Mmm, I know Chapet.”
He gave in to temptation, dropping kisses on her cheek, her ear, her jaw. Open-mouthed, featherlight kisses gentling his way across her skin. She tilted her head back, giving him access, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Gaharet nipped at her jaw, her sigh louder this time. He continued down her neck, stopping at the hollow of her throat to suck at her sensitive skin. He wanted to taste her. Everywhere. Elicit those little sounds of pleasure, telling him exactly what she liked.
“She—”
He gave a gentle thrust of his hips and she let out a soft moan—his cock hard, ready and willing all over again. It would never get enough of her. He cupped her breast, reveling in the way it filled his hand, plump and soft. He teased the nipple taut as he lavished attention on her neck, nipping at the top of her collarbone. His control over his body diminished with each stroke of his tongue, with every insistent thrust of his hips. She moved with him, grinding her hips against his, and he struggled to continue talking when his mouth yearned to do other things.
“Yes?” he prompted, in between open-mouthed kisses.
Her hands wandered down his back to his cheeks, clasping them, kneading them, urging him on, and he moaned against her shoulder.
“I don’t… I can’t…”
He moved inside her, a slow circular motion of his hips keeping him buried deep within.
“Gaharet!” she cried out, and he nearly lost his mind.
“Manette?”
“What?”
He had lost her to a haze of desire that threatened to engulf him, too.
“What were you saying about Manette?”
That he remembered the conversation when he would be hard pressed to recall his own name astounded him.
“Oh,” she murmured, but that one syllable quickly turned to a long, drawn-out moan as he slipped a hand beneath her hips to pull her closer, to take him deeper.
