Page 107 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
Her lips parted wider, and he took advantage. His tongue sank into the hot silk of her mouth, and he groaned when she nipped at his bottom lip. Her back arched, her need palpable, and he would never deny her. He palmed her breast through her shirt, only then realizing what she was wearing.
“This is his?” he asked, pulling back to look down at the black button-down shirt.
“It smells like him. It’s my last one,” she said, each breath harsh. “I would have found a way to steal one of yours. It makes the nightmares bearable.”
“You’re not alone, Tessa. Never again. I swear it.”
She nodded, but he could see the uncertainty in the movement.
“How can I prove it?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “So much is unknown right now. I keep trying to change fate, and it’s not working. Nothing is working. I’m broken, and we’re broken. And what if that’s how it’s meant to be?”
“I refuse to accept that,” he replied vehemently. “If that’s what the Fates want, they can go fuck themselves.”
“I spoke to Serafina, and she said?—”
“You spoke to Serafina? ThegoddessSerafina?” he interrupted, unable to help himself.
She looked at him curiously, but then a tiny smirk pulled at the corner of her mouth. “Are you jealous?” she mocked.
“Fuck yes, I’m jealous,” he said, palming her breast once more. “What did she tell you?”
Tessa sucked in a gasp, her eyes starting to glaze with lust. “She said…”
But she trailed off when he began teasing her nipple through the fabric of the shirt. “She said what, Tessa?”
“I asked her why she chose Arius over Achaz,” she gasped again.
Theon hummed, bringing his mouth to her neck. “And what did she say?” he asked against her skin before latching onto it.
Tessa moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair. “She told me what you wouldn’t.” He nipped at her delicate skin as hegrowled at her answer. “Or maybe what you knew but didn’t realize you knew,” she amended with a quick inhale.
He pulled back then, her hand slipping from his hair as understanding donned. “She told you of the genesis bond.”
“Not that exact term, but yes,” she said, her breathing unsteady. “Butyoudidn’t tell me.”
“I figured it out shortly before they put you in that cell, but I… Tessa, I didn’t want you to be forced into another bond. Not if you didn’t want it. I didn’t want to put that pressure on you.” Her eyes fell to her lap, where she was wringing her fingers together. “Please tell me you understand my intentions.”
“I do,” she whispered before lifting her gaze back to his. “I do because it’s the same freedom I gave Luka.”
Another lone tear slipped free, and she reached to swipe it away, but he caught her hand before she could. Intertwining their fingers, he stepped closer to the edge of the bed, between her legs. Releasing her hand, he slowly started working the buttons of the shirt she wore, slipping it down her arms and tossing it to the side.
With the tip of his finger beneath her chin, he tilted her face to his once more. “I promise we will fix all of this, Tessa.”
She nodded mutely, uncertainty shifting to something more heated as her hands came up. They followed the path another’s hands had trailed in another room. Up his torso to his chest, erasing all of it and leaving only her.
“But tonight, I just need you,” she whispered as she returned the favor and undid the buttons of his shirt.
“Tessa,” he groaned, her fingertips barely grazing his bare skin as she moved. Within moments, he removed the rest of his clothing and climbed onto the bed with her as she scooted farther up, her hair fanning across the plush pillows.
He stared down at her, and he found himself wondering if he was still dreaming because this… This was what dreams were made of.
“Mine,” he whispered, running his fingers along her side, tracing her ribs, grazing her breast, along her collarbone. His hand trembled faintly, and he realized he would be content with this for the rest of the night. Marveling at her willingly beside him. Naked and glorious and waiting to be worshipped.
“Please, Theon,” she said, the words bordering on a whine, breaking through his trance, and the reverence quickly turned into something wilder. Untamed. Feral.
Sliding on top of her, he sat back, touching and groping, because it had been far too long since he’d had her beneath him. He cupped a breast, her nipple peaked and hard, and another growl rumbled from him as he bent down, taking it in his mouth.
