Page 2 of Obsidian and Frost
“Fall, tainted half-breed!”
The shadows brushed against my skin, the leather of my pants and my corset top, even sinking into my hair.
I shrieked as searing pain tore through me, threatening to rip me apart at the seams.
And then a detonation of white light blasted them away from me. As I saw them retreat into the darkness, still hovering, but at a distance, I spun toward the light.
And then he stepped through.
“Cassius,” I breathed.
The one who’d saved me.
Former True Celestial and now a Fallen.
He was still very much a powerhouse with the body of a warrior god, all broad shoulders and girth, towering with sculpted muscle.
His ethereal white-blond hair brushed the shoulders of his white linen shirt, and his gold leather pants pulled taut acrosshis thick thighs as he strode toward me with all that natural might and commanding presence.
He stopped right in front of me, concern bleeding through. “You don’t belong here.”
“What?” I rasped.
“We’ve done this, little shadow.”
“I… I don’t understand.”
“You shouldn’t be here. You are beyond this.” He gestured around at the shadows that had partially retreated, but still remained in our vicinity. “You are the shadows—these here cannot control you.”
I reached up and cupped his face. “Help me cast them away.”
His eyes shone, need he’d always fought so hard clear as the brightest day now.
Finally.
He dipped his head.
And that was it.
I locked my hands around his neck and rose to it, our mouths clashing.
Fiercely.
Hungrily.
Desperately.
He fisted my hair, tugging and stroking in a delectable way, giving away how wild and unhinged his desire for me was in that moment, how he was barely holding it together.
Because of me.
Because of what I did to him.
Because of what we did to each other.
Sensations so long denied for both of us surged forth like an inferno of uncontrollable passion and need that I could hardly breathe through.
I didn’t want to breathe in this moment.
