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I touched the side of his face, tracing his high cheekbones.
Torin must have seen my expression change because he asked, “What are you remembering?”
I let out a long breath, trying to smile. This wasn’t taking the direction I’d been hoping for. “Nothing that I want to. Maybe your job is to take my mind off that dungeon.”
“Ava, you know we can never be…” A jagged edge ran through his words.
He needed something from me, but I wasn’t sure what it was. All I knew was that a moment ago, he’d been so close to touching me exactly where I wanted him, and now I was remembering things I’d rather leave buried. I felt the moment teetering on a knife edge, like I was about to lose what I so desperately wanted.
“I think you should just kiss me,” I said. “Why worry about two weeks from now? We could be dead tomorrow.”
A pained expression flickered across his divine features, but it was gone in an instant, replaced by a seductive curl of his lips, a heated expression in his eyes.
I’d sworn off men, and him specifically. But now? I was desperate to feel something crack through the icy numbness in my chest. Being close to Torin was like lava melting through black rock.
Responding to my command, he leaned down and claimed my mouth with his. His lips brushed mine lightly, like a question, and my response was to open mine to his kiss, to sweep my tongue against his. His muscles went taut, and I drank him in—his smell, the feel of him against me. The way he kissed me, as though he’d been imagining it for months.
Sparks danced over my exposed skin.
As he kissed me, he slid his hand under the hem ofmy shirt, caressing my hips, moving slowly over my ribs. Under the crisp white shirt, my nipples went tight with anticipation. He slid his hand down again, traveling to my hips. The way he touched me made my muscles coil tightly with the certainty that he knew exactly how to make me shudder with pleasure.
“I want to take my time to savor every moment, Ava.”
Slowly, teasing me, he swirled his fingertips under the band of my shorts. A wild ache built at the apex of my thighs. I yearned for him.
But he was taking his time, and he traced circles over my hipbone with a languorous stroke. My breath hitched, and he shifted his body, his hips between my thighs now. He kissed me slowly, savoring me, one hand sliding to cup my ass, and I moved my hips into him.
His fingers slid into my hair, gripping it, tugging it just a little as he kissed me. And with every languid stroke of his tongue, my body begged for more. With a nip to my lower lip, he pulled away from the kiss.
“I love the taste of you.” His voice came out husky, almost desperate.
I needed more contact from him, my bare skin against his. I started unbuttoning my shirt, and he glanced down to watch me, his eyes glowing with heat. As I pulled the shirt off, his gaze slid down me like a sultry caress, lingering on my bare breasts. My breath went shallow as his eyes rose again, pausing on my lips. A wildness shone in that pale blue, a primal desire that looked barely restrained. The Seelie king was about to come undone.
Leaning down again, he kissed me with the desperate fervor of a man who thought he could die tomorrow and only a kiss could save him. He moved his hips against me, hard and slow, and liquid warmth pooled in my core. With my breath hitching, I raked my fingernails down his back, my teeth grazing his shoulder, a hint of my threat from earlier.
His hand slid into the band of my shorts, and he tugged them down. “Take these off.” His voice shifted, the low, commanding demand of a king used to getting what he wanted.
He leaned back, watching me pull them off. He could have tugged them down himself, but he wanted to watch me do it, and the feel of his eyes on me made me pulse with need for him.
A primal expression shone in his eyes, and heat radiated through the air around us. “If I could have you always around me naked, Ava, I would be a happy man.” He stared at me, drinking me in. “In fact, it’s a king’s privilege to be surrounded by beauty. And it’s a king’s privilege to indulge his wickedest desires.”
He slid down, his abs between my thighs. He closed his lips over my nipple. His tongue swirled and licked, making me want to cry out. I moved my hips against him, letting him know exactly how much I needed him.
“Demon,” he murmured against my skin. But this time, I loved the sound of that word on his tongue, the reverent, husky timbre.
My back arched, and I stifled a cry as he stroked and licked my breast with a pace that was frustratingly indolent. Desperately, I wanted him inside me.
One of his hands moved down my body, gentleness twining with a dark possessiveness as he cupped my sex, slick with arousal. “For tonight,” he whispered, “this is mine.”
At his words, my thighs opened wider for him, and I moved against him, growing desperate for release as his fingers glided in and out.
“Torin,” I breathed, raking my fingernails down his back once more. “I want you. Now.”
He released my nipple from his lips, peering up at me. And to my immense frustration, his fingers stilled as well. “A Seelie king hurries for no one. Especially when he has his absolutely bewitching enemy in bed, naked and wet for him.”
Gods, he was an unrelenting tease, and I couldn’t stop myself from moving against his hand. I was so close now, but I needed more of him. “Take off your clothes.”
Ignoring my demand, he sucked at my nipple again, and my toes curled.
