Page 96 of Possess Me at Midnight
Thirty-Three
Ice
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Say no? Impossible. When it comes to Sabelle, I can refuse her nothing.
I lock gazes with her, staring into the blue oceans of need and sorrow, straight into the shining light of her soul. I’ve never known someone like her, so good and true. Kind. Real. I’ll never forget a moment I spent with her in my arms.
Tonight, I’ll have to make memories to last for the rest of my life. Her torn expression says she’ll be doing the same.
Drawing in a shaky breath, I caress my way down her arm slowly, then wrap my fingers around hers, giving her hand a squeeze.
She squeezes back, and the gesture nearly breaks me. “Thank you. I know I've asked a great deal of you.”
“There’s nothing I have that I wouldn’t gladly share with you.”
Her face softens, and she cups my cheek, clearly fighting tears. She wins the battle—barely. Her valiant effort touches me, though she didn’t need to fight at all. I will love her regardless.
With slow steps, I lead her to my bed, glad we’re making our final memories here, where I can lie at night and remember every soft sigh and treasured touch.
When we reach the edge of the bed, I lift her pale jumper, palming my way up the velvet skin of her exposed torso and brushing her breasts as I raise the garment over her head. She emerges a moment later, all tousled golden hair and trembling mouth, looking at me as if I’m her salvation instead of her sacrifice. Again, I marvel that she can love me. And I curse the fate destined to tear us apart.
Sabelle caresses my chest, hand trailing down my abdomen, until she reaches the hem of my shirt and draws it up and away.
The need to touch her everywhere, all at once, jolts me. I pull her against me, chest to chest, hampered only by the delicate lace of her bra. The warm press of skin makes me sizzle. I draw in a shaking breath.
“Princess…” I begin, but I have no words. What is there to say?
“I know.” She sniffs. “But I won’t cry tonight. I simply want to be with you.”
Somehow, it will have to be enough.
I nod, pushing aside the futility and rage beating at my heart and surrender myself to her. Tonight, I’ll give her everything good and helpful and loving I’ve been storing in my heart since Gailene’s death.
Below me, her rosy, lush lips beckon. I fuse our mouths together—a brush, a breath, a sigh. With every kiss, I taste the rightness of her on my tongue. Certainty shivers down my spine, rocking me to my core. No matter what vows she exchanges with Lucan in a few short hours, she’s mine.
And I will forevermore be hers.
Filtering my fingers through her soft curls, I cup her head, bring her closer, and dip my head for another kiss, letting her sumptuous taste slide across my senses again. She moans, then peppers my face with slow, reverent presses of her lips. I feel her devotion in every trembling touch and worshipping kiss. She humbles me all over again.
My hands shake as I unclasp her bra, slide her jeans down her slender hips, and tug away her knickers, baring her to my greedy stare. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman, true. But now when I look at Sabelle, I don’t see the Privileged, golden-haired siren capable of ensnaring any man with her wiles, but the princess who undoes me with every move and breath.
Sabelle helps me out of my camouflage pants as I toe off my boots. Finally, we stand together, naked, heart to heart. I yearn to devour her quickly but force myself to savor her. I’m rarely given to indecision, but tonight…how can I reassure her I’ll always be here for her, yet send her to do her duty while making sure she doesn’t suffer regret for what cannot be?
In the end, Sabelle guides me, lying back against the silken black sheets, arms raised in welcome. The easiest—yet hardest—act I’ve ever performed is to slide into those waiting arms and possess her parted lips again.
She opens like a flower to sunlight, her arms closing around me, her legs parting beneath me. I flow over her, sharing my heat as I caress the soft mound of her breast, the graceful swell of her waist, then take her thigh in hand and lift it to my side. She opens willingly.
An urge to drink in every part of Sabelle rolls over me. I whisper butterfly kisses down her jaw, her neck, to the curves of her breasts. Her hard nipples await—a treat I don’t resist. A stroke of my tongue, a pull of my mouth, and she moans for me, arching to me, both seeking and offering succor.
Down her body I move, dragging my tongue over the long, flat expanse of her abdomen. The creamy texture of her skin, her peachy scent—both mingle with the tart-sweet hint of her desire. The combined perfumes rush to my head, and I delve deeper, where I feast on her, lapping the concentrated essence of her desire for me. With patience and reverent kisses, I draw her higher, higher, reveling in the feel of her hips in my hands and her pleas to fill her, to love her, ringing in my ears.
For a few bittersweet moments, I resist her siren call, content to shower her with pleasure, gratified when she reaches climax once, then again. Still, I don’t want to leave her, but I can’t deny her breathy pleas to become one with her.
Slowly, I kiss my way up her body, cupping her backside as I tunnel into her. Sabelle closes around me, gripping me tightly, with a caress of hot silk, a ripple of pleasure. I shudder as she surrounds me everywhere, soothing my pained heart. I glory in our last hours together. Is she using her siren abilities on me? No, the way she makes me feel is simply her.
“Ice…” She cups my jaw, tears trembling on her lashes as she looks straight up into my eyes.
