Page 96 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos
“If need be.”
“And here I was thinking you hated me.”
I raise an eyebrow. “That was your assumption?”
Her arms tighten around my neck as she turns slightly, and my breath catches when she presses her body against mine. Fuck.
The air between us pulls taut, and I look down at her. It’s not her demon form I’m looking at, but her – Sienna. Her grey eyes, the vulnerability she holds…she wants this.
“You didn’t make it hard not to believe that.” Her voice is breathless and soft as she points out the obvious.
“You fuck with my head, Sienna Rossi. You fuck with every single thing I think I know, and that confuses the heck out of me, and I don’t like being confused.” My voice is low and rougher than normal as I try to fight back the storm of emotions that consume me when I’m around her.
“Maybe the problem isn’t me. Maybe you need to figure out what you’re denying yourself.” She’s observing me intensely, reminding me of the girl who was always plastered on the boards at number one in her exams. Sharp and observant.
But this time she’s wrong. I know what I’m denying, why I’m denying it and what it would mean if I gave in…
Her fingers graze the back of my neck, her head tilted ever so slightly as she observes me. And for once, just fucking once, I don’t want to care about the consequences of my actions.
“Oh, Darling, Iknowwhat I’m denying myself,” I murmur huskily, reaching up with one hand and cupping the side of her face. Our eyes meet for a second before my gaze dips to her lips, perfect, plump and pouty. “You.”
Her heart hammers, and I lean down, pressing my lips to hers. An explosive volt of pleasure surges through me as our lips collide and everything else dies.
Thought, reason, restraint.
A soft gasp escapes her, and her body instantly presses into mine, as if she’s been waiting for this for as long as I have. Her lips move against mine, with a confidence I didn’t even know she possessed. Every brush of her lips, every scrape of her nails against my neck, the soft moan that slips from her lips, is fucking perfectly chaotic, and I’m willingly drowning in it.
Her emotions rise, and I welcome it. My own thoughts have long scattered, and all I can think of is how she tastes, how she feels against me. How fucking perfect this is.
It’s not a spark. It’s not even a fire.
It’s my fuckingruin.
Herbs & Potions
Sienna
Jayce Westwood is kissing me. Gods, he’s kissingme!
My entire body is tingling in a way that makes my head feel fuzzy, and I can’t focus on anything other than how incredible his lips feel against mine. They’re soft, yet they move with confidence. His hand cups the side of my face, his thumb brushing my jaw as he deepens the kiss. My fingers curl around his shirt as I hold on tight.
This is a dream, it can’t be true.
His scent makes me giddy, woody, with a hint of leather and spice, mixed with the smell of the fresh rain. It’s pure bliss. I could kiss him forever.
Gods, the way he tastes… A soft whimper escapes me, my legs feeling like jelly, my heart pounding, so aware of his hand firmly gripping my waist.
I gasp for air, and he tenses before he suddenly pulls back, turning his head away. His nose brushes my neck, making my breath hitch.
“Fuck…” he breathes. His heart is pounding against hisribcage, and I release his shirt, placing my hand over it, feeling the ridges of his firm chest against my hand. My heart thumps as his wet locks brush against my lips.
“Jayce?” I ask softly, a sliver of fear washing over me. Is he regretting kissing me?
My heart sinks when he releases me, staggering backwards. My heart clenches at the emotions in his eyes. One clearer than others. Guilt.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” he says quietly, licking his lips.
“Why?” I ask, trying to remain calm despite the hurt that’s already suffocating me.
