Page 88 of The Shadow Fae Rhapsody
It’s best to answer her with the truth. “Because you always look so happy when I eat them.”
She is silent for another beat. Her eyes find mine and her chest heaves, grazing against my body. We’re too damn close for appropriate, but she makes no move to pull away. Neither do I.
The air between us changes abruptly. I can hear her pulse fluttering in anticipation.
Her cheeks are flushed as she stares up at me. “I didn’t quite taste it. Can we try that again?”
My rusty brain takes a while to grasp that question. It is only when she lifts her head to me, parting her lips, that the demand finally clicks in my head.
Rhianelle wants a kiss.
My mouth crashes against hers and I devour her. The kiss is raw, ravenous, and completely out of control. I bring her closer to me, my fingers tangling in the waves of her hair. Her response is just as frenzied as mine. I love the soft, desperate sound she makes as she surrenders to my savage claiming.
I move my hands to her thighs, lifting her to perch on the cool marbled bannister without breaking the kiss. Her long legs curl around me, raising her dress to indecent height.
Rhianelle doesn’t hesitate to take what she wants from me. Her lips move skillfully with mine, gentle, passionate, and imploring. God, she is so good at this. She tastes like my downfall and damnation, yet I still can’t get enough. I want to kiss her all night, for the rest of fucking eternity.
I break the kiss, needing to look at her.
“You should tell me to stop,” I mutter, my own voice rough and low.
“Don’t stop please,” she pleads, her cheeks turning into the dark red shade that I adore.
I tug her towards me and she gasps. “Then you can’t blame me for whatever happens next.”
“I won’t,” she promises. Her body arches against mine, pressing into the aching hardness behind my breeches. The growl that climbs its way out of my throat is feral.
I take a moment to appreciate this perfect, precious thing in my arms. The girl gives me the kind of warmth I never knew existed.
“Svenn, again please,” she begs, and I am so fucking done for. I band an arm around her waist, grinding her against me. A breathy moan escapes her lips.
That’s it.I want her to feel what she’s doing to me.
Nel tows me down desperately to claim my lips. Her kiss this time is rough, raw, and laced with fear. She grips my tunic, fisting it firmly in her hand. It’s like she’s afraid that I might run away.
I’m not going anywhere, little fawn.
Time slows to a crawl as I lose myself in her. She slides her hand over my abdomen. It takes everything in me not to come right then and there. I’m not sure how we’re getting out of here without me ripping her dress off.
My head snaps at the sudden disturbance. I listen closely, the rest of my senses sharpening. True fear strikes me for the first since I had been awakened.
The sentries on the watchtower meander aimlessly on their post. Their elven hearing fail to detect the incoming menace, but in a few seconds they will.
And so will this sweet queen.
Perhaps this is it. The final push for Rhianelle to descend into the madness of Rhunhraefn.
I look at her flushed face, still drunk on our kiss.
It’s not fair… I can’t lose her. Not like this. Not right now.
I wrap my arms around her and bury my face in the nape of her neck. I kiss the curve of her shoulder, her forehead, her eyes, the tip of her nose and she giggles.
“Don’t go into the hall,” I whisper the request in her ear. Beg.
“I wasn’t planning on going back,” she says unabashedly, stroking my hair with her soft hand, tugging it at the roots. I love this newfound fierceness in her.
It’s such a shame that…
