Page 12 of Dark Hunter's Touch
She smiled. “That wasn’t my intent. I’ve always been a proper sylfana. But now that you bring it up…”
“Oh, it is up all right.” He bent and lifted her, as easily as one of the hounds might snap a wayward wisp from the air. She shivered a little but not in delight this time. Why had that comparison come to her mind? Maybe because he was strong like the hounds, and lean, so the flex of his muscles played under her palm, denying any chance to pretend she might escape. Not that she wanted to escape him, though.
He laid her down on the bed beneath curls of ivy that decorated the headboard. Smoothing her wings as he pulled his arm out from under her, he stared into her eyes. “If you tell me to go, I will.”
She shook her head and reached for him.
But he resisted her tug on his bare shoulders. He wrapped his fingers around her wrists, gently pinning her to the mattress. “I want to hear you say it. And remember, I’m holding you, so I will know if you lie.”
“Stay,” she whispered.
The darkness of him loomed over her like night. But instead of extinguishing the glow in her core, his nearness only stoked the blaze higher, a bonfire of desire that sparked all the brighter for the shadows around them.
She arched her hips toward him, echoing her words with the curve of her spine. He growled low in his throat and released her wrists, freeing his hands to unknot the halter from behind her neck.
He anchored his arm under the small of her back, holding her in the arch while he danced his tongue from one nipple to the other.
She gave him a breathy laugh and laced her fingers through his dark hair. “That tickles.”
“You wanted to feel.” He traced a slow circle around her areola with his lips, still a tease but hard enough to make her gasp, as if he was drawing the air from her body. “And I want to feel youhere.” He settled square between her thighs.
She sighed and corkscrewed into his embrace, entwining arms and wingtips around him. She felt him all right, his heat and the friction of his skin. This was a physical enchantment not even the most powerful fae could conjure.
With the halter top undone, she easily shimmied the dress down to her knees and kicked the crumpled fabric aside.
“No panties,” he noted with an approving leer.
“Bras get in the way of wings, underwear gets in the way of—” She smiled slowly. “Flying.”
He stilled, and his arm behind her tightened. “You think I can make you fly?”
“I know you can.” While he was distracted, she tucked one hand between them and eased the zipper on his jeans all the way down.
With each tick of zipper teeth, he pushed harder toward her. “Olette…” On the last tug, he hissed out a breath as she took the hard length of him in a gentle grip. He bucked against her hand. “Olette, wait. I didn’t think…”
“Then I won’t think either.” She stroked him once, delighting in the velvety slide of his flesh, holding him fast though his body trembled over hers. “Don’t worry. Human and fae might share some commonalities of flesh and blood, but this encounter won’t have any consequences, for either of us, unless I wish it.” And even if she might wish it otherwise, their time together would be as fleeting as the moon’s path across the sky.
“But…”
She captured his mouth with her own, tangled tongue to tongue to draw him back to her own earthly spell. He came willingly.
With fumbling hands, he shucked the denim. Each awkward bump of his hips against her center sent another crest of excitement through her. The cool skin of his flanks, the hot press of his erection left her senses reeling.
But when his hands settled on either side of her, pressing the mattress down, she had to open her eyes, to see him naked.
All that running had given him a warrior’s body, lean and strong. She could spend hours—the kind of enchanted hours that passed as centuries—tracing each line of muscle, each ridge where his pulse throbbed. But she didn’t have that kind of time.
Only the wisps against the window lighted the side of his face. Their dreamy illumination caught and refracted in his eyes and gleamed back at her like a promise. His skin held darker shadows that lured her closer.
When she reached for him though, he caught both her wrists in one hand to still her. “Let me see you,” he murmured.
She squirmed a little under his intense regard. “There’s not that much to see. The fae may be physically more diverse than humans, but we were all drawn from essentially the same well.”
“I want to seeyou,” he emphasized. “To be sure…”
“This is what I want.” She spread her wings to either side, making a lure of her own, an irresistible soft landing. “I want you.”
Supporting himself on one arm, he cupped her jaw and leaned in for a long, lingering kiss.
