“What?” she gasped. “But… but Keradoc… therealKeradoc… He’salreadydying, isn’t he? What happens when he—”
Her words cut off abruptly, the answer obvious.
“You can’t be serious,” she said. “If he dies, you die? That’s how the magick works?”
“If that’s the price I must pay, then so be it.”
“Your life?”
“And his.”
She opened her mouth to speak again, no doubt with another protest, another argument. But I had no more words for her tonight.
Only the promise of a pleasure so rich, so exquisite it bordered on pain.
I gripped her jaw, pressing the pad of my thumb to her lips to silence her. “If it’s conversation and debate you desire tonight, seek it elsewhere.”
She glared at me, incredulous, but her skin was still pink with heat, her eyes dark with desire, and after the span of several heartbeats, her lips finally parted, her tongue darting out to skim the tip of my thumb.
I very nearly came right there.
“Kiss me, Evander,” she whispered. “Just kiss me.”
With a feral growl, I slid my hands into her hair and claimed that hot, smart little mouth with the kiss I’d been dying for since our very first embrace in that ballroom.
Therealkiss—no teasing and taunting, no holding back, no apologies.
And my little thief kissed me right back, her soft moan of pleasure sliding into my mouth like melted caramel as she parted wider for me, taking me in deeper, my fists tightening in her hair, my cock hard and throbbing.
We broke to take a breath, and in a mad frenzy I tore the clothing from her body, ripping her shirt down the center, yanking her pants to her ankles as I dropped to my knees and pressed my mouth to her divine cunt, savoring the taste of her as I licked and sucked, her fingernails raking over my scalp as I fucked her with my tongue.
“Yes,” she breathed. “That’s… right there. So… fucking good.”
I drove my tongue inside her, kissing and devouring her, harder and faster, losing myself in the intensity of the moment, of her, and then—
“Oh my god! Evander!” she cried, the sound of my name—my real name—echoing through the cave as she trembled and shook and came, hard and beautiful, all for me.
Her captor. Her enemy.
The brother of a man she once loved. A man she still loved.
I got to my feet, drunk and dizzy with lust, and claimed her in another possessive kiss, my mouth salty with the taste of her.
She stepped out of her pants and pushed the shirt off my shoulders, and with quick fingers I unfastened my pants, not bothering to remove them. I was too desperate for her, too needy.
I couldn’t wait another minute.
I fisted my cock, and Haley hooked her leg around my hip, guiding me to her entrance, her heat radiating across my aching flesh.
“Okay?” I whispered.
Another kiss. A smile. A nod. “Okay.”
That was all I needed to hear.
I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around me as I backed her up against the wall and slammed inside her, burying myself in that hot, silky haven. A jolt of pleasure skittered down my spine, and when I claimed her mouth in another bruising kiss, the air around us began to crackle and hum, sizzling with dark magick—mine, hers, the ancient magick of Midnight, all of it colliding and conspiring to push us closer, deeper, harder.
More.
