Page 37 of If I Were Wind

I tipped my chin up. “Then do something about it.”

His next kiss was savage. He fused our mouths in a battle of lips, tongues, and teeth while he rubbed me hard. Pushing aside the fabric of my suit, his fingers sank into me, stretching me, stroking me. Spasms of pleasure rippled through me with each twirl of his fingers inside me. I writhed against him, desperately trying to ease the damn ache. His fingers stroked me exactly where I wanted, but it wasn’t enough. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers into his hair, kissing him until I couldn’t breathe, until he felt how much I wanted him. He matched my passion while his thumb drew circles over my throbbing nub. The pleasure exploded like white stars in front of me. His name left my lips as I moaned into the kiss.

I didn’t mean it to happen, but as his fingers kept rubbing me and he deepened the kiss, our connection sprang to life. He’d opened it with his anger, and now it widened, like when we merged. My thoughts spilled out of their own accord. Only they were the wrong ones. I wasn’t sharing with him how much I wanted him, how much I had missed him after he’d left, how much I loved the tiger pendant that reminded me of him, and how much I liked being kissed and touched by him. What poured into him was anger at his stupid behaviour and my fear about his dark side. The side that had killed his brother. That made him the dangerous beast I didn’t really know. My frustration at his silence and his distance poured into the kiss and spread through his thoughts like poison.

What had happened to Lukas? How could Roy have killed him? How could he be so cold-hearted? Could I trust someone like him?

My thoughts flew out of my mind in an uncontrolled stream.

A cold descended upon us as he broke the kiss. The connection slammed shut. He stepped back from me, his cheeks paling with horror.

“Roy…” I missed the warmth of his body immediately.

He remained still in front of me, lips parted, as if he meant to say something important. “Is this what you think of me?” he whispered, dread etching every word. “That I’m a cold-hearted bastard who slaughtered his own kin for no reason?”

I shook my head, tears filling my eyes. “I don’t. I was angry. You left me.”

“You’re scared of me.” The muscles around his kiss-swollen mouth tightened in disgust. “You fear that I might hurt you.”

I rubbed my goosebumped arms. “You’ve never explained… If you opened up to me, if you trusted me.”

The cruel snarl of his mouth wiped out the horror on his face. He put a hand on his chest, his breathing coming out in uneven pants.

“Roy, I don’t believe you’re a monster, but you never—”

“That’s right, Kristin.” Gone was his vulnerability, replaced by sheer cold. “Never forget who I am and what I did. I am everything you think I am. I’ve just proved to you how savage I can be. Never forget it.” Anger flashing in his gaze, he strode away along the corridor, missing another opportunity to show me that he trusted me.

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