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It fell away to a flat look before she turned away. Adrien mirrored the action, giving her privacy.
Only a few moments passed, a few moments where he’d dropped his pants, preparing to slip into the guard’s pair, when he heard the approaching footsteps. Stealthy footsteps that every sentry and worker here had been honed to have. Too close—they didn’t have enough time to hide.
Before Adrien could even think of a curse, small, icy hands gripped his arms, then darkness swept up around him. Darkness enveloped him when his back pressed against stone.
They were back in the escape tunnel again, just behind the door they’d shut.
Becauseof course—shadows.
Shielding Raana’s body against the wall, his arms bracketed either side of her, more for instinctual protection than anything else. He faintly heard the laundry room door open and half expected the escape’s entrance to be torn from the wall. But it had been a female’s melodic humming that carried through the stone. A laundress.
He knew the ones they employed typically hadn’t been able to shift, so her senses wouldn’t have been so keen. And Raana, bless her mind, had also swept their clothes up with them when they’d hidden.
So, they just needed to wait this out.
Adrien glanced down at the witch, his animal eyes able to see her faintly through the darkness. Though even if he couldn’t see, he felt her. He alsoscented.
She’d kept him close to travel and hadn’t managed to get her uniform on yet.Healso hadn’t got to the buttons on the tunic. So, the peaks of her bare breasts were pressed against his own naked chest.
He made to step away—because this was a dangerous, dangerous game—but found himself bumping into cool, writhing ebony. The shadows had still been swirling around them. Gentle kisses peppered over his back and neck, and even that other one had returned to mimic what he’d heard as Raana’s pounding heartbeat.
It felt like they’d remained there for eternity, staring at each other, sharing breaths in the dark. And they stayed forever still, even when the humming faded away, and the laundry room door opened and closed again.
They should’ve moved. They should’ve fought against this tension, this allure, this constant drag towards each other. He felt it looming, then, every conflict between them. Every impossibility that had been so easy to forget when they were together. She was about to leave Morai entirely a week ago, and now she was working with, or at leastallied with, the witch who wanted his father dead. Who probably wanted him dead, too.
They had no future. Being together could only equate to problems.
And yet, he. Couldn’t. Move.
For a moment, he swore guilt flashed over her face…
But then her lips had been on his.
And the taste of her, a blend of smoke, sweetness, and how he imagined starlight tasted, had severed every leash he had on himself.
In a flash of movement, he hooked his hands beneath her thighs and lifted her to press her into the tunnel wall. He angled his head to take in more of her mouth as she swept her tongue along his and wrapped her arms around his neck. A soft moan slipped from her when he pressed forward, grinding his growing hardness into her heat.
That damn sound.
He flexed his hips again, and she met him, pushing down to hit a spot that made her throw her head back and tremble.
He made sure to hit it again.
“Adrien.”
His name off her lips raced pleasure down his spine, straight to his balls, and his mouth found her neck. Kissing, licking, and biting, he traveled down the soft skin until he reached that damning spot at the crook of her collarbone and shoulder. He hesitated.
“Do it.”
Adrien knew he hadn’t misheard her plea.
He grazed his teeth there and swept his tongue. “You don’t know what it means.”
Her pulse fluttered beneath his lips, her movements against him becoming more frantic, seeking. “Everything and nothing at all,” she breathed. “Is that not what we are?”
The statement had been enough to make him pause, to make him lift his head in his lust-filled daze and meet her eyes. He could’ve sworn they sparkled in the darkness.
“We’re never going to have a chance,” she said, her hands going to his face as the words pelted his chest. “We are from two entirely different worlds, but you will always mean too much to me. Maybe because you’re some unattainable dream.” She let out a bitter laugh. “But I know that bite means I’m yours, and I am. In every way but the one that matters most. Whether I like it or not, I keep coming back to you, and I don’t see that changing.” One of her hands dropped between them, first to skim the waistband of his undershorts, then to run the heel of her palm along his length.
