Page 87 of Wings of Ashes
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Nix’s mind raced with thoughts of:my room is on fire, and someone might have set it to kill me, and Professor Thierry saved my life, and he is looking at me like he wants to fuck me hard enough to break the roof.
“Um, professor?” Nix asked, sounding more breathless than she meant to.
“Mine,” he growled in a much more animalistic manner than Nix expected from the studious, glasses-wearing professor. His ragged and sharp stone wings scratched against the roof’s floor as they retracted behind him.
His hooded eyes were dark and primal as he pinned her with his smoldering gaze. He gnashed his teeth and repeated, “MINE.” His fingers skimmed her cheeks and moved to tangle into her hair.
He didn’t appear to be turning into stone anymore, but there was something altered about him. The stuffy, snobby gentleman was possessed.
He guided her down to the floor, cupping the back of her head to protect her from the stiff, stone building roof underneath of them. When he stretched on top of her, she felt it.
It. The massive, hot bulge between his legs grazed her stomach through the thin nightgown.
If she thought the fire in her room was stifling, this was scorching. “Professor?”
“My mate,” he growled before crashing his lips to hers.
Mate?But Nix was Persius’s mate. She couldn’t—
The kiss stopped time.
She swore the earth stopped rotating so as to prevent any movement from hindering such an impactful moment.
Étienne Thierry tasted like dark chocolate-covered cherries and hope.
“It’s you,” he kept muttering between long, deep kisses that stole her breath. “Finally. You.”
One of his hands sank to cup her hip and hold her firmly against him. The action also pressed his feverish erection to her abdomen.
She gasped and sighed and sank deeper into the kiss.
To be held with such adoration was exhilarating and new and all-consuming. A single tear fell down her cheek as she embraced him.
MATE.I have a mate who will love and protect me in this new life. It was everything she could have asked for, but…
I still need my revenge.
When his lips trailed down from her mouth to plant ravishing kisses over her chin and neck, Nix opened her eyes. Remembering back to how someone had set her room on fire and tried to kill her, she palmed his shoulder and squeezed.
“We, uh, we need to stop the f-fire,” she stammered through the mind-numbing sensation of his lips on her throat.
“Mate,” he grunted. “Mine.”
The man of many big, fancy words had been reduced to only a few.
He wasveryhard.
She swallowed and tried to maintain her composure as she said, “Professor Thierry—er, Étienne, we need to get the fire out before it burns anyone else’s room.”
“Fire…” he repeated in a low, gravelly voice as he rocked his hard dick over her.
“Étienne, focus. We can, uh, do this later. After the fire is put out.”
“Later?”
Nix reached down and palmed the rigid bulge in his pants. “Later,” she promised.
