Page 55 of Possess Me at Midnight
“Did you come for Lucan?”
God, that question again. Had I answered it earlier, would he have demanded this utter submission of my pleasure to his will? I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter. Concealing my reaction is no longer possible. This moment is too raw to hide behind lies or redirections. He’s stripped away every defense, every pretense, until all that remains is a woman burning for a man who shouldn’t be able to affect her this profoundly.
But I can’t deny he does.
From the first, Ice has given me his emotions with such candor, despite being convinced I would rebuff him. Though easy and uncomplicated, giving him less than the truth now would be cowardly and wrong. If I can’t have Ice forever, I can take comfort in the fact I was honest when he ached for the answer only I could give him. Just as I need him to know that, in this moment, I care too much to lie.
I only hope he doesn’t hate me for the truth.
“O-once.”
His face freezes over, and his determination fuels an implacable determination in his eyes that makes me shiver. “Just once? You’ll find I can do better.”
Chapter
Twenty-One
Ice
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Once?
What the bloody hell am I to make of that? If Sabelle never experienced pleasure with MacTavish, I could surmise that she’s not deeply attracted to the other wizard and has no lasting feelings for him. I could use tonight to show her that I’ll always put her and her pleasure first.
If MacTavish consistently gave her orgasms, I could assume she has feelings for Lucan—probably deep ones—and won’t have anything to do with me. I could end tonight with precious memories of her, then try to repair my heart tomorrow.
But once? Something lies between them. I’m not sure what. Sabelle wouldn’t respond to a man in an animal state like Lucan’s if she didn’t care for him at all. Since the bloke wasn’t in his right mind, he couldn’t have focused on giving her the ecstasy she deserves. In fact, Lucan merely used her body, and Sabelle bore it without complaint. Yet she came for him. Once. Out of friendship? Or did that grow to something more?
I hardly expected Sabelle to be inexperienced. She transitioned some sixty years ago, so she’s had lovers. I don’t like it, but that’s a reality of magical life. Sex is a necessity. Life depends on energy. But Sabelle potentially having feelings for that pratty wizard makes me want to tear apart the Privileged bastard with my bare hands until MacTavish’s blood runs in the streets.
But he’s hardly the only impediment to Sabelle accepting my Call: class, family, prestige… The invisible chains that have bound our kinds apart for centuries. How does a Deprived wizard—one branded as mad—ever become worthy of a female like Sabelle? Of possessing the one thing I’ll probably never have: her heart. I don’t see a reality in which that happens. But I can’t stop wanting what I’ll never deserve.
Unfortunately, her answer doesn’t tell me if Lucan has already captured her devotion. If he has, I have to do everything possible to replace him in Sabelle’s affections, show her exactly how precious she is. But if she responds to me, comes for me, if she utterly surrenders… Well, maybe she cares for me, too.
“Ice?” Sabelle breathes, her golden hair floating around her shoulders and waist. An angel ready for sin. Impossibly, my cock gets harder.
I meet her gaze. Her heart-shaped face and rosy cheeks lure me. Her blue eyes darken in invitation, drawing me even nearer. She lies spread before me on the bed, a naked, writhing fantasy come to life. The smell of her arousal is driving me mad.
“Please don’t st?—”
I cut her off by settling my mouth over her clit and sucking it in.
She cries out, keening, her back bowed, legs taut. She clutches the quilt and groans. “Oh, my goodness!”
Sabelle is so beautiful, so sweet. My hands shake with the effort to go slowly. Every fiber of my being wants to pin her wrists above her head and take her with all the desperate hunger clawing at my chest. I’m aching to do a thousand things to her. I’ve already planned a million ways to possess her body and touch her heart. But I hesitate. She’s the closest thing to a princess magickind has, and I’m the beast in the shadows—crazed, dangerous, everything proper society fears. Yet here she is, naked and wanting beneath me.
Other than Lucan with his animal fury, she’s probably taken polite lovers. That isn’t me. I take women hard and completely, demanding everything without apology. And I give even more in return. I’m accustomed to women who want anything from a friendly romp to a vigorous fuck. Sabelle is, no doubt, used to being worshipped. Ravishing her from head to toe in an urgent, dominant sweep won’t convince her of my love; it will confirm my madness. How can I prove I’m more than the beast her brother and the rest of the Doomsday Brethren think me?
I feel her hard little bud swell and begin to pulse on my tongue, her body on the very edge of shattering. Every instinct screams at me to finish what I started, to drink down her pleasure and claim my victory. Instead, I pull back, my own body protesting the denial. I need to know if she’ll respond openly and genuinely to me while I’m buried deep inside her and we lie, gazes locked, heart to heart. That will tell me if I have any chance to win her love.
“Ice! No. Please.” Her body shakes. “Don’t stop…”
I rise up on all fours and kiss her belly. “Shh. I won’t stop. Ever. Unless you tell me to.”
Then I lower myself on top of her, cradling myself between her thighs, and grab her hips. I’m making my intent crystal clear, giving her plenty of time to refuse.
Trailing kisses over the swells of her breasts and her neck, I reach down to toy with her clit again until she draws in a sweet, shuddering breath. Slow, steady, I tell myself. Gentle.
