Page 34 of Sweet Nightmares
Emrys cleared his throat. “Umm, you are supposed to kiss.”
“Can I?” Nightmare whispered so only she could hear him.
“Yes.”
Nightmare stepped in, lifted Jane’s chin possessively, and whispered into her lips. “I really should kill you before you destroy me.”
Then his lips met hers.
At first, the kiss was a hard press of lips against one another. No softness, no giving in from either side. Jane expected him topull away after a moment, but he didn’t. He grunted and laced his fingers into her hair, pulling her in closer as he opened his mouth and let her in.
At first, Jane didn’t know what to do. Of course, she had been kissed before, but never with passion and never of her own choosing. She had always just been a toy.
But at this moment, she didn’t want to be. So she opened her mouth to him, and he slipped his tongue in.
Jane’s breath hitched, and her heart pounded in her ears. She was kissing the God of Nightmares… at their wedding. He tasted like black tea and darkness.
Jane’s hands trembled, but she ran them up his chest, holding on to his suit coat for stability.
And he did keep her stable. He was a wall of solid muscle, and surprisingly, a source of desire.
He growled as he plundered deeper, one of his hands moving down her waist and pulling her closer to him. Passion sparked, and tension between them pooled at her core. She wanted to feel more of him—to feel all of him. But they were far too clothed for that. Her hand drew into his coat and under his dress shirt, trying unsuccessfully to pull it off. She wanted to feel his skin touching hers. His mouth was not enough.
It wasn’t enough.
Because a beast was growing inside of her, and it was like nothing she had ever felt.
Jane whimpered as his fingers stroked her waist, exploring and learning her body like a violinist tuning his instrument.
The sensations he coaxed and the way his hands moved thrilled her and made her oh-so curious.
Jane wanted more. But she wasn’t going to get it.
François cleared his throat. “We have rooms if you prefer to consummate immediately.”
Without warning, Nightmare pulled away and stepped three feet backward, leaving Jane cold and listless. Her knees were weak, and she no longer had anything—or anyone—holding her up. When Jane’s eyes caught Nightmare’s, acid singed her throat.
Because Nightmare was painted from wisps of rotting fury, everything about his posture was suddenly off… something dark and twisted lingered behind his eyes. Then, without another word, he disappeared in a cloud of iridescent light.
He’d married her, kissed her with the most passion she’d ever felt in life, and then he just left her in a den full of vipers.
“Well, that was certainly entertaining,” Emrys said, perhaps to break the tension pulsing through the cavern, or maybe he just said it because he never took anything seriously.
“I assume you will probably follow him to his mirror tocelebrateyour marriage. But when you return, you will start your new job.” François slid his hands into his pockets before turning on his heel to leave.
“Job?” Jane asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Gavriil made it clear you are now a member of Les Fantômes. I hope you love paperwork.”
Chapter Thirteen
Age 24.
Jane held her breath, her heart raging in her chest and her core pulsing with… with a feeling she didn’t recognize. They were in their bedchamber after officially marrying, and the marriage needed consummation.
Jane knew what that meant.
She’d done it before… horrifically.
