Page 164 of The Shadow Fae Rhapsody
My fumbling emotion takes another sharp turn and I shake my head. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”
“I have always been yours,” he murmurs against my skin. “From that first moment I opened my eyes in that dungeon, you claimed me right then.”
I swallow the tightness in my throat. “I did…?”
His gaze drags from my lips back to my eyes. “You’ve taken everything, little fawn. My heart, fuck, even my soul if I have one.”
That look on his face warms my heart. It burns like someone has stoked a real fire in my chest cavity. “I love it when you’re mine.”
He looks at me straight in the eyes, his gaze piercing me.
“When did you start wanting me?” he asks carefully.
I never stopped.
Just like Svenn, I’ve fallen for him from the very start. And I’ve been falling ever since.
But I don’t say that. Instead, I inhale deeply and say, “That day before you started chasing me in the forest at Wesley’s keep, I saw you with your hand raised, trying to capture the sun in your palm. You were so handsome and breathtaking.”
“I wasn’t trying to capture the sun,” he says with a light laughter that sends waves of shivers through me.
My eyes dart to him. “What’s so funny? Tell me.”
“Never mind. I caught something better,” he mutters into my hair, kissing my temple.
Between the venom and the exhaustion from the battle, I feel a little delirious, but I remember Dream Svenn’s warning. We need to claim the bond soon.
I don’t care about anything else. I want him. Now.
I smooth a hand down his chest and a small string of curses leaves his lips. He arrests my offending hand immediately.
“There’s a heavy load of my venom in your bloodstream,” he says, pulling back to look at me, his gaze unbearably tender. “You need to rest.”
“Kiss me,” I demand. I want Svenn to kiss me more than I have ever wanted anything.
He lowers his mouth to mine and I claim his lips desperately. I cannot put into words how good it feels to have him in my arms. I sift my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer because I can’t get enough. Svenn doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back, but he is careful, so careful.
“I need you,” I whimper against his mouth. “You belong inside me…”
He bursts out laughing. “You’re drunk as hell.”
Stupid venom.
“You belong in my heart,” I amend quickly.
But I do mean what I said… Svenn belongs inside me. My body craves relief desperately. The venom is wreaking havoc in my mind, telling me to touch Svenn the way I did in the shower. I can’t fight against the temptation. I make another daring attempt. He snatches my wrist just in time.
“Nel…” he says my name in warning.
“Please, Svenn. It’s painful,” I beg.
Something like sympathy flickers in his eyes. He brushes his knuckles over my arm, the gentle movement sending tiny webs of pleasure crawling up my spine.
I’m so sensitive from his venom that the mere touch is enough to send me into overstimulation. My breathing turns into short, stunted gasps when his large hand suddenly covers my breast, squeezing gently.
“Svenn, please,” I beg again, swallowing a moan down my throat.
He toys around the tip of my breast before flicking it without warning. The pleasure doesn’t hit me in waves. It explodes. My entire body jerks forward and trembles at the simple act.
