Page 121 of Obsidian and Frost
He shook his head. “I always speak the truth to you. After what you’ve been through, I’d never do anything less.” He leaned in close, his warm breath fanning over the side of my neck. “It gets me off in ways you can’t even imagine, love.”
A tremble rolled through me at the erotic promise just barely veiled.
“I saw it from you too.Feltit.” He eased his head back to look at me, his eyes flickering wildly. “Gotta say, I didn’t see that coming. You hid it really deeply.”
“I… I know.”
He grasped my jaw, making me gasp, but not from the suddenness of it.
It was the heat of his fingers against my skin, almost like freezer burn because it wassointense. “You must know by now that this is a safe space for you. No pressure. No judgment. Don’t retreat into yourself. It’s just me. Just us.”
“I’ve always tried to bury it.”
“Your darker side?”
I nodded. “In case I like it too much.”
“So what if you do? I embrace it a whole lot at Graverun—and in other ways—and I’m fine. It hasn’t destroyed me or anything. A predilection doesn’t have to be your entire personality, love.”
“I see that now. Watching you do that up close tonight, it drove it home to me that it can actually be done. And also…” Ismiled up at him. “Also that you might be able to help pull me back if I… if I get a little lost.”
“Of course I can.” He stroked my jaw. “But I really don’t think you’ll need me to.”
He sounded so sure, so incredibly sure that I’d be able to handle it, that I wouldn’t get lost.
And, honestly, it was beyond time that I started believing and trusting in that too.
Because holding all of this back—sofucking much—it was hurting too deeply.
I broke his hold on my chin and my arm with a sudden blast of my purple power, and then I was shoving my hands into his chest and slamming him back against the opposite wall with a whole lot of magical force.
It had him grunting at the impact.
And then I was there, using my shadow magic to weave around his throat, then tugging it to jerk him down to me, a moment before I crushed my mouth to his. My frost seeped into his mouth, which often ramped up from frantic, uneven breathing, and he simply swallowed it down and even groaned at the sensation, escalating the kiss in response.
“Yes,” he rasped. “My fuckingWraithqueen.”
I smiled against his lips, then I thrust my tongue into his mouth and he rose to it, one hand fisting in my hair, the other grabbing my ass and grinding me against his very hard dick. Even through my leather pants, I could feel him with those thin shorts of his, sliding against me, rubbing and raging to do a whole lot more than that.
Heat rose, pleasure shooting through me and fucking coursing through my veins.
All I was aware of was his scent, his touch, the sexy throaty sounds he made.
The blistering heat from his body that was all encompassing.
I pulled my shadow magic back from his throat, about to snuff it out, but he eased from our kiss and snatched my wrist.
“Can you do that to my cock?”
I stared at him. “Really?”
“Really.”
In the next second, he shoved down his shorts with his free hand, his cock springing free.
He smirked as I involuntarily licked my lips at the sight of so much pre-cum oozing down his shaft.
I loved the effect I had on him.
