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‘And if it does . . . I don’t want to go to the Void without doing all the things I want to do first.’
As if he can read my mind – or maybe the way I’ve angled my body towards his – his hand finds my knee. His lips brush the shell of my ear. ‘And what is it you’d like to do?’
I wait one heartbeat. Two. Staring into his eyes, seeing the emotion there, feeling it reflect in mine. Finally, I say, ‘This.’
And then I kiss him.
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It’s gentle at first.
Tentative touches of my fingers to his chest, his on my hips, the barest brush of our lips mingled with soft sighs. Sighs without words that somehow sound likefinally.
His mouth is like velvet beneath mine, and I want to sink into it, sink intohim; I want to remove every layer between us until there’s nothing left but skin, with no secrets left to reveal and no pretences to hide behind. My leg slides over his and he tugs me on to his lap, and – every thought eddies from my head. Beneath the towel, I can feel how much he wants me, and I grind against him, needing to feel him against me, desperate to have him inside me. Sath groans, deepening the kiss, his tongue parting my lips and sweeping inside my mouth.
He tastes like honey and sugar and sin, but more than that, he tastes like home, like everything I’ve ever wanted. I gasp his name into his mouth, and his fingers dig harder into my side before gliding underneath my top, stroking the delicate kin there.
I break the kiss to yank my top off, wanting him bare against me. Sath is immediately distracted; before I can pull him closer he’s tugging down the cups of my bra and flicking a tongue over my nipple. I shudder, gripping his shoulder for support.
‘I want you to know,’ I say between pants, ‘I’m still annoyedwith you. Furious, even.’
‘Really.’ His smile curves against my breast. ‘Should I stop?’
My hand seizes his hair. ‘Absolutely not.’ I drag his face back to mine and capture his lips again, and it’s not gentle this time: it’s all teeth and tongue and hands that grasp and claw for every part of each other we can reach, knowing this might be the only chance we have to reach them. I want to learn every inch of him, filling in the pieces of a Sath-map in my mind with every new discovery.
The skin below his belly button is ticklish. He twitches, huffing a laugh when I stroke my finger there. He likes it when I bite his lip; the low moan he makes when my teeth graze flesh tells me that much. His mouth finds my neck, and I grip him, wishing we had all the time in the world, that we never have to leave this room and face what’s outside the doors.
But we do. And if tonight turns out to be our only night to do this, I want to experience everything. I reach for the knot on his towel, determined to remove that final barrier between us, but Sath has other ideas.
‘I made you a promise,’ he says, ‘when you asked what I’d like to do to you.’
He lifts me, spins me round, and deposits me on the bed beneath him. Pops the button on my jeans. Unzips the fly excruciatingly slowly. His eyes never leave mine as my jeans are removed, and then his fingers hook inside the waistband of my underwear to slide that off too. Bracing my foot on his shoulder, he presses light kisses to my ankle, the inside of my calf. I’m achingly wet and hopelessly empty, spread open and squirming beneath him, desperate for something,anythingthat’s more than this.
His hands go to the towel. My breath catches as the knot is undone and it’s tossed to one side, revealing the entire length of him. The sight of his body, finally fully bare, has me salivating,my gaze riveted on both the hard muscles of his thighs and what lies between them. Liquid heat pools in my core, while shadows of flame flicker down my arms.
Sath leans over me, tucking his fingers beneath my chin, dragging my stare away. ‘I believe I said I’d start by kissing you until you couldn’t remember your own name.’
Kissing is the last thing on my mind right now. Not when he’s this close to me, when I can feel the heavy weight of him on my thigh, when –
Sath’s lips crash against mine.
Okay. Fine. I can’t say I’m opposed to this. His lips move with expert precision, every brush of his tongue sending shivers down my spine. My bra is unhooked and tossed aside, and his hands are on my breasts once more, tweaking my nipples before skimming the sensitive skin on the underside.
He’s still not touched me where I need him most. I bite his lower lip, harder than before, earning me another groan before he pulls away, kissing my cheek, my neck, my ears.
‘So, what is it?’ Another kiss, along my jaw. ‘Your name?’
‘Sath . . .’
He smirks. ‘Wrong.’
I’m inclined to zap him with some of my new-found powers, but then his head moves lower, and I’m reminded of something else he’d promised me. I go tight and loose all at once as he peppers kisses down my torso. My abdomen. Lower. His hand urges my legs apart wider, wider before his head settles between my thighs.
He inhales deeply. My pulse thunders in my ears as my heart ricochets around my chest like a wild pinball. Normally I’d be embarrassed, panicking he’s going to hate the sight or smell or taste of me, but then he nuzzles me and groans a heated, ‘Fuck.’
It’s enough to have me gripping the sheets and trying to push myself into his face, any hint of propriety long abandoned. I’vewaited so, so long for him to do this, and I need him to do it quickly. I need –
Sath has other ideas. He pins me down, one hand flat against my stomach, refusing to let me set the tempo for him. Bastard. I’m nearly begging, and I think he knows it, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction.
