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I part my lips to protest but he uses that as an excuse to slide his tongue inside my mouth. Opportunistic fucker. His tongue teases mine, coaxing me to dance with him, but the more I fight against his hold, the deeper he kisses me. The increased pressure of his weight on my wrists pushes me further into the mattress and as with the horrors of my past, I know the only way out of this is to give in. Accept it.
No. Kaiden is not like The General. He would never hurt me, I chastise myself.
Oh, but he did, didn’t he? A snide, unwelcome voice inside my mind replies.
I refuse to engage in that mental battle and instead focus on Kaiden. I cease fighting him and melt into his kiss. The pressure on my wrists eases and a moment later he releases me.
This is it. A sucker punch to his throat and I’ll be free of him.
But my brain sends an entirely different message to my hands, which curl around the back of his neck and pull him even closer. My legs wrap around his waist of their own accord and I cling to him as my tongue starts to frantically fight back. It’s not a dance, it’s a series of complex war manoeuvres, with the two of us battling for the crown.
Neither wins.
After several minutes – or years – we break apart, panting so hard that even our chests press against each other in a fight for dominance and air, and Kaiden rests his forehead on mine.
“It almost makes the nightmares worth it,” he says quietly after a moment.
“Kaiden, I—” I open my stupid mouth and try to break the spell but he doesn’t let me.
He lowers his lips to mine once again and gives me another kiss.
This time it’s slow and sensual. The frantic need of before is gone, switched out for a steady passion which burns my insides. We’re no longer fighting but this kiss stokes a fire in me. If the first kiss was a spark, it was dangerous because it had me wanting to tear his clothes off and lose myself in sensation, if only to forget the heartache of the past for a few hours.
This kiss?
This kiss promises to be catastrophic. It’s a conflagration that will destroy everything in its path, burning hot and fast and feral, but lasting longer than the most savage wildfires on record. Eternal.
This kiss floors me, because it feels like an apology.
Like a silent declaration of love.
Which is why I’m powerless to stop him when his hands move from tenderly cupping my face to slowly descending my body.
Everywhere his hands trail and skim with the lightest of touches, the blaze follows, scorching my nerve endings in its wake. I’m powerless to stop him and I’m not even sure I want to. He slips beneath the silky camisole top I slept in and groans. As his head moves to my neck he whispers, “You’re even softer than this satin.” before his hands fist in the material and he shreds it off my body. He descends my neck with strong open-mouthed kisses that I’m sure will leave a mark, but I can’t bring myself to care as his strong hands grope my exposed breasts and squeeze.
I feel the exact moment he locks his lips around the tiny wound on my neck. A sharp spike of pain makes me gasp, but the explosion in my nerve endings as he sucks at the cut has me rearing up off the mattress like I have zero control of my body. And I don’t. It’s like I’ve become possessed, turned into a marionette. The perfect compliant little doll to his superior puppet mastery. He has complete control over me and my body, in a way that The General never could.
Because The General took, and this time you’re giving.
“Kaiden!” I cry out when he bites at the tender skin on my neck, causing my back to arch once more. He slips a hand into my pyjama bottoms and finds me soaked.
“Christ, Odile,” he groans as he moves his sinful lips to my sensitive nipples and runs a delicate finger from my clit to my entrance. “You’re drenched.”
I really wish he was still kissing me. I don’t need a running commentary on how my treacherous body still responds to him, despite the heartache and loneliness he put me through. I also don’t want to think about how Kaiden’s attention to the wound on my neck affected my body.
I don’t say anything, not wanting to break…whatever this is, but I do buck my hips in encouragement to keep him moving in the right direction. The direction of a lot less talking, please.
Mercifully, he takes the hint.
“Holy shit, that’s tight,” he murmurs more to himself than to me. There’s a pause for a beat and then shocked – no, horrified – eyes meet mine. “Are you a—”
“I swear if you ask me if I’m a virgin right now I will grab that knife from the floor and stab you with it!”
“But—”
“It’s just been a while, okay?!” I snap.
His normally bright silver gaze darkens to the exact shade of a stormy sky on a cold winter’s morning. Blazes just as turbulently too.
