Page 61 of The Dark Mage
Her fingers gripped the edge of the drawer as his hips pressed her harder into the dresser.Bending his knees, he rocked his hips upward, and his erection pressed against the peak of her thighs.
His mouth traveled up her neck, his teeth scraping the skin beneath her ear.The dresser shifted slightly, and his grip in her hair tightened as his other hand braced against the top.His breathing was ragged as he pulled back to look at her, his eyes glowing with power—bright as embers.
“Ren’wyn,” he murmured, loosening her hair with clever fingers.
“Ren’wyn, Ren’wyn,” he repeated huskily, as though her name was a prayer and a song.The scent of him—fresh air, river water—swept over her, turning her boneless.
Fael cupped her cheeks, brushing escaped hairs behind her ears.He slid his fingertips along her neck, then continued over her shoulders and down her back.She sighed with pleasure as he touched her backside, her hips, and then ran up her stomach to brush the undersides of her breasts.His smile was wicked as his thumbs grazed her nipples, hard beneath her dress.He hummed with pleasure, then moved to the tie along herneck.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” he said as his fingers undid the knot, pulling the tiesfree.
Her body tensed as the realization hit her—he’d dreamed of this too.She was suddenly sure he’d been as consumed by thoughts of her as she was ofhim.
Her breath caught as the straps fell.Her full breasts strained against the loose fabric, and Fael exhaled sharply with pleasure.He dipped his head, brushing his lips along her skin, running his nose down her cleavage as she moaned.
Keeping eye contact, he slid his thumbs along the edge of her bodice until it slipped fully from her shoulders.The pressure released, and she gasped as her breasts fellfree.
Fael’s wicked grin returned as he flicked his thumbs over her nipples.She arched into him, threading her fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck.Her left hand drifted down his back and tugged him closer until his soft shirt soothed her bareskin.
He tugged her toward the bed, tracing slow circles near her nipple as he kissed her with focused intent.Laying her down, Fael nipped her breasts and pressed soft kisses along her upperarms.
His breath was shaky as his gaze roamed her body—satisfaction and desire mingling in his eyes, as though he was undressing her all over again as his hands moved to his belt buckle.
A sudden knock at the door shattered the moment.
They both jumped.
“Master Axel, a guest has arrived for you,” the innkeeper called.
Axel…siblings,Ren’wyn thought hazily.Everyone in this damned inn believes we’re siblings traveling together.The thought snapped like a trap, and panic rose in hergut.
The same concern crossed Fael’s face as he replied, “Just a moment.I’m breakfasting with my sister.”His gaze on her bare skin was agonized and frustrated.Ren’wyn blushed and yanked the top of her dress up, but her panicked fingers couldn’t tie it around herneck.
A soft mass hit her head—a white shawl embroidered with pink and yellow butterflies.She caught Fael’s gaze as he whispered, “Yourhair.”
In the mirror across the room, she saw the wild state he’d left her hair in.She smoothed it as best she could, though desire ran through her at the memory of his fingers tugging it.
Shit, shit, shit.This is taking toolong.
Fael crossed to the door and opened it, his easy smile in place—a picture of morning grace.Ren’wyn sat on the edge of the bed, unsure where to look or how toact.
Siblings,she reminded her pounding heart and heated core.He’s your brother.You’ve come to him for breakfast, and…and…
“Good morning,” Fael said graciously.“You caught us planning the sights to take in today in your charmingcity.”
The innkeeper’s suspicious gaze flicked between them.Ren’wyn knew they both looked flushed—not the typical picture of siblings sharing a meal.But after a moment, the innkeeper seemed satisfied.Ren’wyn cast her eyes demurely to the floor.She was, after all, the lovely young Miss Mari, visiting town for the firsttime.
“You have a visitor,” the innkeeper repeated.“He’s waiting in the entry hall.Shall I send him up, or would you prefer to meet him there?”
“Please set us a breakfast tea,” Ren’wyn replied sweetly.“We’ve had plenty to eat, but our guest may not have been so lucky.Let him know we’ll be down in five minutes.”Her smile was all sugar.
“Of course.”The innkeeper bowed and headed for the entry.Fael shut the door gently behind him, listening as the footsteps faded down the stairs.
“While I’m flattered you think I could satisfy you in five minutes,” Fael chuckled, “I think we should probably see our guest.”
His eyes, filled with both regret and passion, stopped Ren’wyn’s breath.Her cheeks burned, and she arched back instinctively.The shawl slipped open, revealing how much of her was still exposed.
Fael’s breath caught, ragged and deep.Before she could react, he dropped to his knees in front ofher.
