Page 89 of Beast and Remedy
“Beau.”
A force stronger than my own magic pulls me upright, rushing for him, unable to stop from crumpling.
He opens his arms, and I crash into him. The scent of pine and citrus hit my nostrils as we fall.
I yelp, holding Beau as he lands on his back, taking the brunt of the impact.
A loudoofescapes him, followed by a low groan. His grip on me remains even after we have met the ground.
Worry overcomes me. I hold my breath to listen for his, fearful I’ve hurt or suffocated him.
I try moving, and he squeezes me, drowning my ears with his voice lowering into a sultry demand. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t move.” He adjusts his hold so his arms snake around me more.
I shiver as Beau draws a long breath.
“Ireallylike where you are right now.” He leans into the crook of my neck, kissing my collarbone.
Fuck.
I bite back a moan, trying to remind him of our current state. “Beau, we can’t be—”
“Mmmm,” he hums against my throat. “I love hearing my name on your lips.”
His hardness presses against me, and I groan.
“Beau.” My voice shakes, my own arousal surging forth, missing him.Needinghim.
His hand drifts down to cup my backside as he drags his lips up my neck, breathing near my ear. “I miss you.”
He nibbles my earlobe, and I moan, grinding into him and reveling in the friction our clothing provides. I miss him too, and he knows it.
Our kiss in Torgem wasn’t anywhere close to enough. I wanted it then, and I want it now.Desperately.
I bite my lip hard, suppressing my moans as he kisses my cheek.
“I miss you so fucking much,” he repeats with urgency. “I miss talking to you, being near you, reading with you.” Hesqueezes my ass, and my heartbeat quickens at his emanating need. “And I miss kissing you,tastingyou…” He rolls his hips, the movement rubbing along my center as his voice dips. “Being inside you.”
I gasp.
“I’ve waited sevenagonizingyears. Let me back in,” he pleads. “Let me fulfill every promise and pleasure in every letter I’ve written to you.”
I love it when he loses control. When he takes possession of my body and drives endless amounts of euphoria from me.
It’s fucking Salvation.
But it’s fucking torture to remind him, to be the one putting this distance between us, to be the one stopping this.
“As much as I want to, we can’t.”
I haven’t even told him what I agreed to do after finding a remedy and saving Marian. All the more reason to stop before we both are forced to let the other go.
“We can,” he whispers and kisses my neck again. “Just like before.”
I take in his lust-filled honey eyes. Temptation itches everywhere we touch. I try to give a logical reason, but the urge draws forth a thought.
