Page 7 of Cursed Dawn

I groaned. "You're trying to ruin me."

He grinned like we hadn't been murdered, kept apart a hundred years, and tortured. Dimples appeared in his cheeks. "Of course I am. Good girls like you deserve ruination."

I groaned. It was official. Wane van Khama was dangerous.

CHAPTER3

WANE

There were a hundred things I wanted to do to Haley, a thousand ways I wanted to pleasure my mate. I didn't know where to start. I wantedeverything.

She arched against me when I slid her off the counter, the fabric of her trousers clinging to her deliciously. I didn't care that they were filthy; they were on her body, so they were beautiful.

"Gods," she breathed when I sank to my knees before her, tugging down the zip of her jeans with my teeth. I held eye contact, never once looking away. I'd been kept from her for a hundred years; I never wanted to look away.

Every time I filled my vision with her, I reassured myself she was here, she came back, too, she wasn't dead. I'd hoped, all this time. I hadn't let myself doubt for a single second. But I was scared I was the only one left alive. Scared I'd be alone forever.

I pressed long, indulgent kisses to her hips when I tugged the dirty jeans off her, and grazed more kisses over the curves of her thighs. My chest expanded with arrogant pride when Haley let out a choked sound, her fingers diving into my hair.

"Something you want, itzaia?" I asked, holding eye contact as I peeled the dirty denim off her, discarding them entirely.

"Now that you mention it, youcouldmove your head a little to the right," she replied, her voice neutral but failing to disguise the dark need in her smoky eyes.

"Here?" I asked, teasing her by moving my mouth the wrong way and delighted by the low, needy sound she let out. A little bratty, a little sulky, and allmine.I'd dreamed of coaxing that noise from her long before we were ever separated; for ten years I'd tortured myself by watching, never able to touch her.

Now, my skin didn't crawl, my stomach didn't roil, and a century of being locked away with only my thoughts of company had forced me to face my memories. To dismantle them until they couldn't hurt me anymore. They couldn’t stop me smiling against my mate's thigh, or skimming my scarred fingers up the backs of her legs, paying special attention to the sensitive spot behind her knees that made her shudder.

I knew each and every one of her weaknesses, and that knowledge made my smile hook a little deeper.

"Oh,fuck,don't look at me like that," Haley groaned, tightening her grip on my hair. "I thought you would be a slow, gentle lover. I should have known better, with the way you kiss."

I grazed my teeth a little closer to her pussy. "And how do I kiss?"

"Like the world is ending," she breathed, reverent and soft. "Now, kiss my pussy already."

"Okay," I agreed mildly, keeping those dark, stormy eyes locked on mine."Beg."

That one word had a gloriously violent effect on Halwen. Her stomach hollowed when she sucked in a breath, her tongue flicked over her bottom lip, her eyes darkened another stormy shade. A desperate little noise left her mouth, and her hips jerked forward in an involuntary motion; when I stroked my palms up the backs of her thighs to fill my hands with her ass, her legs shuddered.

"Please," she rasped. Her breathy voice was so damn sexy that my cock throbbed furiously, imprisoned in my pants."Please,Wane, I need your mouth on me."

I kissed her hipbone in reward, and drank down the frustrated whine she made, loud enough to travel further than the bathroom.

"Need my mouthwhere?"

"You're just being mean," she complained.

"That's not an answer to my question," I pointed out, my voice making her breathing come faster, shallow.

When I let go of her ass and leaned back, like I was about to stand, both her hands shot out and gripped my shoulders. I didn't care that her fingertips dug into the wounds of my severed wings. The pain made everything sharper, gave a clarity that made every sensation more devastating. Sound, touch, smell, sight, taste—gods, I could taste her already.

"Wane, please.Please.I need you to touch my pussy. I've needed you for so long, waiting any longer will actuallykill me."

Fuck, her pleas were so pretty. And she was right; she'd waited long enough. I hooked my fingers under her underwear—silkier and smaller than anything she'd worn a hundred years ago—and tugged them down her thighs. She stepped out of them eagerly.

"You beg so beautifully," I told her. Her breath caught on a whine.

I laid a lingering kiss on the patch of hair between her thighs, the scent of her fucking devastating me. I couldn't hold back a groan, and I hoped Haley didn't realise she had true and ultimate control over me. Sure, I could give commands and harden my voice, but if she asked, I'd do anything she wanted. I'd bury my face in her pussy until I suffocated, bring her pleasure with my fingers until my arms cramped, and fuck her until my legs gave out. There was no part of me that wasn't wholly, entirely hers.

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