Page 465 of Shadowblood Souls
I have to remember what’s really important, no matter what shit we’re going through. Ineedthis physical connection as much as everything else we share—with all of my guys, or at least all of my guys who are ready for it.
Balthazar might have us cuffed and under threat, but even he doesn’t own us. Not entirely.
When I feel for the hem of Andreas’s shirt and tease my hand up under it, his breath catches. His mouth slides along the edge of my jaw to the crook.
He speaks in a low murmur and a hot exhalation. “Riva, we don’t have to?—”
The desire lacing the air tells me he’s just as eager as I am despite his words.
I curl my fingers against the taut lines of muscle that shape his chest. “I know we don’t. But I want to. Because we can. Because I always want you.”
He makes a strained sound and nips my earlobe. “I always want you too, Tink. We’ll have to be quiet, though. I can hide us from eyes but not ears.”
I give a soft laugh against the tight curls of his hair. “I’ve got plenty of practice at that.”
My hand slides lower, and Andreas sounds as if he’s swallowed a growl. He tips me over so I’m lying on the bench with him braced over me.
His mouth brands my jaw, my neck, the top of my shoulder. “Someday it won’t be like this. I look forward to getting to hear you let it all out.”
He cups my breast through the fabric of my dress, and I arch up into his touch. When the swipe of his thumb over the peak provokes a whimper, I yank his lips back to mine so he can muffle it for me.
As much as I want to soak up every bit of passion Drey can offer me, I know we can’t take our time with this interlude. Whatif one of the few other visitors to the park decides this bench looks like a nice place to sit?
What if Balthazar summons us back?
With our mouths still melded together, I reach beneath the waist of Andreas’s jeans. The brush of my fingertips over his scorching erection earns me a strangled groan.
He yanks up the skirt of my dress and runs his own fingers over my already dampened panties. I rock with his touch, letting my gasp get lost in the meeting of our lips.
It’s not just special or exhilarating, being with this man. It feels like some kind of miracle.
We were wrenched apart more than once but found our way back, with a love and trust I never knew I’d be able to have, back in the anxious teenage days with my unspoken crush.
I manage to undo Andreas’s fly. As I ease his rigid cock from his boxers, he pulls down my panties.
My knees splay around his hips. He plunges into me with another crash of his mouth against mine.
My shadows sing, and my body bucks to connect with his even more closely. My spine jars against the smooth stone beneath me, but I don’t give a shit about the distant pain or the bruises I might be giving myself.
We’re in the middle of a sprawling city full of people, but we’re also alone together in our own invisible world. No matter what happens next, Balthazar can’t steal this moment from us.
He tries. Andreas thrusts deeper with a rasp of breath, and the bands around our wrists give off a faint buzz of an alert.
Before I can even start to tense, Drey grips my thigh and slams deeper. His lips sear against mine.
He doesn’t need to speak for me to understand that he’s refusing to back down, to give up this stolen intimacy. And the defiance sparks a starker fire inside me.
I sway up to meet him, my fingers digging into his shoulder. He pounds into me even harder, chasing the eager pants of breath I’m now expelling against his cheek.
His cock hits the perfect spot deep inside me, and the manacles thrum again.
“No fucking way,” Andreas rasps. “Not until I’m done with you.”
The desire in his words and the pulsing pressure inside me tip me over the edge. I come with a moan I can’t totally stifle, pleasure flooding every inch of my body.
Drey follows me with a jerk and a groan of his own, his face bowed to my neck. He holds me for several beats of our heart before deigning to lift his head, claim another kiss, and sit up to help me straighten my clothes.
“We’re on our way,” he says softly for the benefit of the manacles. “Just had a little something to finish up first.”
