Page 28 of Possess Me at Midnight
She bites her lip. “I should.”
But she doesn’t.
“I’m waiting.”
And her words will hurt like hell, every syllable ripping out my insides and replacing them with agony. I brace, eyes closed, head down, shoulders taut. Why couldn’t I have kept my fucking mouth shut? For that matter, why did I taste her in the first place? I was fairly certain what would happen. Now, I’ll have to spend an eternity knowing exactly what I’m missing. That delectable flavor, the soft sensuality of her kiss, the little catches of breath before she moans. Sugary, spicy, so incredibly female.
All beyond my reach. Forever.
Suddenly, she wraps soft fingers around my arm. “You will remain a part of me, though?—”
As her words begin to eviscerate me, they end in a sob. I open my eyes to see she’s wrapped her arms around her waist, looking as if she might burst into tears again.
Confusion and impatience detonate inside me. If she’s going to put her brother above my devotion, the least she can do is end my suffering. “Now, princess. You know the words. ‘I am no part of you. Ever after, I will not promise myself to thee?—”
“Stop!” She shakes her head, golden curls brushing her waist. God, she looks so beautiful…and so distressed. Pain contorts her expression, as if hearing the Renunciation guts her. “No more.”
I grit my teeth, trying to understand. Either she’s going to Bind herself to me…or Renounce me. Until she chooses, the uncertainty will only cause her unnecessary pain. And witnessing that is killing me.
“Give me the words,” I whisper. “Say them and stop hurting yourself. I’ll keep my distance.”
She remains silent for long moments. Fresh tears well in her eyes. Even in anguish she looks so damn exquisite that I can hardly breathe.
“I can’t.”
Before I can ask why, Sabelle flings herself into my arms and presses herself against me, seeking my mouth with her own. Without pause, I open to her. Inhale her. Is this a yes?
Hope slashes into my heart, hacking like an axe at my defenses and good intentions. God, in the span of a few hours this witch has become everything to me.
I clasp her tight, lifting her off the floor and completely against me. She moans and tilts her head to receive me. Her taste blindsides me. I knew it would…but her flavor is unique. Getting it on my tongue is like discovering her all over again. My instincts solidify. She is my mate. No error. No doubt. I pray this kiss is her way of embracing me as her other half, Bram be damned.
Unwrapping one arm around her long enough to sweep our dishes off the table, I barely register the crash of shattering porcelain. Nothing matters but her. I lay Sabelle across the wooden surface and follow her down, our mouths still fused, her soft curves yielding beneath me. The table creaks under our combined weight, a counterpoint to our ragged breathing. Quickly, I unbelt her dressing gown. The silk whispers against her skin as I thrust the edges apart.
God, beneath the robe, she’s naked. And glorious. Lush breasts, an intriguing dip to her waist, enticing curve of her hips, supple thighs slightly parted, hinting at every tempting secret in between.
Bloody hell, her beauty blinds me as she stares up at me, aroused and uncertain. Trembling. So close to perfect, I don’t deserve her, but I vow to do everything possible every day to make her happy. Make her smile. Keep her satisfied.
And I want to show her just that.
“Ice…”
“Feel me, princess,” I murmur as I kiss my way down her neck. “Know how much I desire your pleasure and happiness.”
I fan a hand over her breast, feeling its perfect weight fill my palm. My thumb brushes the taut nipple, and she gasps—a sound that travels straight to my cock. She moves restlessly under me, her hips shifting in unconscious invitation. I settle my mouth on the bud, drawing the dusky peak inside, all but inhaling her with a growl of need. Sabelle grips the edge of the table, her spine arching in an offering that makes me groan against her.
I sink into the flavor of her skin. Passion pounds me, tightening every muscle. I nip at the hard nipple with my teeth, and she cries out. I smile. If she lets me, I would keep her splayed across the table and make an all-night feast of her. And I would love her forever.
Images blast through my head faster than a strobe light. In every one, Sabelle surrenders to me utterly—as my mate. On her back, taking me deep. On top of me, writhing as we chase release together. Bent over before me as I tug on her hair and lose myself inside her to the heady soundtrack of her pleading moans. I can visualize us together so clearly, perfectly, it tears the leash from my restraint.
Taking this slowly isn’t an option.
I slide down her body, my hands trailing over her satin-soft skin, memorizing every curve, every dip, every rise. The firelight paints golden highlights across her body, making her glisten as if she’s my treasure. The scent of her skin grows headier with each inch I travel—vanilla and peaches giving way to the muskier aroma of her arousal.
Get my mouth on her. I have to. Taste her essence and desire.
Face poised over her pussy, I anchor my palms on the insides of her thighs and push them wide. And stare. Pretty. Pink. Wet.
Mine.
