Page 100 of The Moon's Fury
But he wasn’t a better man, and so, he found himself pressing his lips to her neck in a soft kiss.
She whimpered, and the soft sound nearly brought him to his knees. He did it again, harder this time. Her fingers tightened in his hair, but she didn’t yank him back. He feathered kisses up her throat, then against her chin and jaw, before resting his forehead against hers.
Her eyes were screwed shut, a pained expression on her face.
Twin waves of guilt and self-loathing crashed over him. He was the worst kind of man, taking advantage of her like this. He was about to apologize again when her eyes snapped open, pupils blown wide.
And then she grabbed his face and kissed him.
He was frozen in shock for a heartbeat as her lips moved over his, but quickly regained his senses and kissed her back with equal passion. Her mouth moved frantically, her desperation matching his own. She pulled him closer, pressing her soft curves harder against him.
A deep, throaty rumble escaped him, vibrating through his chest. Without breaking their kiss, he grabbed the backs of her thighs, hoisting her against the wall until she wrapped both legs around him.
He had been drowning, and her kiss was the air he desperately needed. Her arms wound around his neck, holding on tightly, as if, maybe, she needed him, too.
A loud catcall sounded at the mouth of the alley, and they startled apart, panting heavily. Soraya’s eyes were glazed, and her lips were swollen from his kisses.
She blinked, the fog of lust quickly replaced by horror.
Guilt.
Regret.
It wrapped its cold, rough fingers around his heart andsqueezed.
“I—I didn’t … do you think they’re gone?” she asked his shoulder, brown eyes avoiding his gaze.
“I think so,” he breathed. He gently lowered her to the ground. She straightened her rumpled clothes, still without a single glance in his direction. He gathered their bags and poked his head out of the alley.
The men were long gone.
They left the alley, Soraya walking briskly ahead of him, as if she wanted to put as much distance between them as possible.
Did she hate him? Would she ever speak to him again?
Had she been thinking of Almeer?
Bile rose in his throat.
She hastened her pace even more, and he sighed. She wanted to be nowhere near him.
They walked through the streets toward the inn, her rushing ahead, him trailing behind. The men were still toiling away at the burned building, but the crowd had dispersed. His gaze was fixed on Soraya’s back, her muscles stiff with tension.
The workers on the roof grew louder.
There was a snap, then a yell.
Jamil’s gaze darted toward the sky.
His eyes widened, and panic seized his heart.
“SORAYA!”
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Shewasahorribleperson.
She had betrayed Almeer.
