Page 73 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos
That fucking voice. That fragile yet seductive whisper.
My fingers tighten, tilting her head back further, exposing her throat, watching the way her lips part just a little more. A part of me wants to sink my teeth into her skin, to leave my mark there, to remind her exactly who she belongs to.
But she doesn’t belong to me.
That thought is the only thing keeping me sane, keeping me from ruining everything.
I inhale sharply, dragging my thumb along her jaw, feeling the heat of her skin and the way she shudders under my touch.
This woman is fucking divine, and she’s in my hold…
“You could have died,” I growl, my voice low, guttural and rough with everything I’m holding back.
She swallows, then exhales shakily. And for a second, I think she’s about to snap back to reality and pull away, but to my surprise, the faintest hint of a smile graces her lips.
Her fingers fist my shirt, but instead of giving me some relief from the temptation she offers, she tugs me closer, so close our lips almost touch. Her breath is warm and teasing, and her voice when she speaks is pure sin.
“But I didn’t, did I?” she murmurs, her lips ghosting over mine, almost touching but still too far away. “I’m right here,Jayce… alive, breathing… and so damn hot…”
Fuck.
Her hips shift, her body pressing against mine, and I feel everything. Every. Damn. Thing.
I let out a low, dangerous growl, my hands tightening on her.
I should step back. I should end this.
But she tilts her head just a little, her lips so fucking close I could steal them if I just-
A loud crash from outside, followed by the sky being illuminated in orange, fills the room.
I jerk back, my eyes snapping to the door, my control barely holding on by a thread.
We need to get out of here. Now.
I take a slow, deep breath, forcing myself to look at her. Her flushed cheeks, the hazy look in her eyes, and the way her lips are parted are going to fucking ruin me.
I should tell her to get up. I should put some fucking distance between us.
“Come on. We need to get you out of here.”
I move back slightly, freeing myself from her grip, but her body sways as she tries to stand, and I barely catch her before she collapses against my chest.
I frown, gripping her arms. “Sienna?”
She blinks up at me slowly, her body going slack.
“I feel… tired,” she breathes, her voice barely there.
She was using a lot of magic. I saw her butterflies glowing; they’re not just ordinary tattoos, and then I felt the chaotic energy of her power. She must have overdone it.
She tries to push herself upright, but the moment she puts weight on her legs, they give out.
Shit.
I catch her effortlessly, one arm around her waist, ready to lift her bridal style when she suddenly locks her arms around my neck. Without thinking, I lift her, freezing when her thighs part and she wraps her legs around my waist on instinct, clinging to me.
Fuck.
