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“By fucking Aisling.”
I laughed again. “Yes, fucking Aisling. She started it, right? It’s her fault you’re so angry.”
He moved back again, running both hands through his hair. The small amount of dust he’d wiped off my face sparkled on his fingers, turning his hair iridescent. “Stay over there. I’m just going to go…” He trailed off.
I struggled to my feet, the dust shaking from my hair and clothes in an enormous shimmering plume. My eyes widened, and I marveled at how lovely it looked in the air for the split second before I stumbled through it.
“Wait.” I reached for the prince’s arm, only just managing to grab him before I toppled to the ground again.
Seemingly on instinct, he caught me before I fell, then swore loudly. “Fuck! No, don’t touch me.”
“But why?” I laughed, delighted by how free I felt. I couldn’t remember any problems I’d ever had. There was nothing to fear in the world, no pain, no secrets, only the wonderful floating feeling in my head and the heat building all over my body.
I reached out and tried to press my shimmering fingers to Scion’s sharp cheekbone.
“What are you doing,” he practically groaned, tearing my fingers away.
“But—” I began, but before I could finish my thought, my gaze caught on his too-perfect mouth, and I lost my train of thought. I wanted to taste his lips, wanted them all over me, wanted—
My chest heaved, and my gaze flicked down to his mouth. “You need to be less serious.”
I pressed my lips to his.
For a split second, Scion didn’t move.
Every muscle in his body tightened, as if he’d been turned to stone by my touch.
Some vague awareness pulled at the back of my mind, as if a voice called to me through the shimmering haze in my head. I blinked and shook my head, trying to clear whatever was making it so hard to think of anything but the heat racing over my skin.
“I think—”
Finally, as if he could not hold his breath any longer, Scion inhaled sharply through his nose. The dust on my skin swirled between us, and I watched his eyes dilate, black nearly eclipsing silver.
His large hand shot out and curled around the back of my head, tugging me closer in a strong, possessive grip. Control finally slipping, his lips crashed against mine once more, this time with far greater intensity that sent tremors quaking through my body.
I moaned, opening my mouth to him and pressing my entire body closer, closer, seeking the heat of his skin like a plant stretching toward the sun. His tongue thrust between my lips, flooding my senses with the taste of burnt honey, taking control with a fierce dominance that made my teeth ache and my pulse throb deep in my core.
He gently pulled at my bottom lip with his teeth, and in an instant, I’d lost what was left of my awareness, forgetting completely where we were, why we were doing this. Nothing mattered except finding the release my body desperately craved.
Scion moved the hand in my hair down the back of my neck until he could circle my throat. He dug his fingers into my skin and pulled my head back, forcibly breaking our kiss. “On the desk, rebel.”
A shiver of pure excitement ran through me. Of ecstasy. Anticipation.
I retreated backward until my ass hit the edge of the desk and hopped up, spreading my knees so he could stand between them. He prowled toward me, gaze assessing, judging, owning me even as his pupils were blown so wide he was almost unrecognizable with jet-black eyes, only barely rimmed with silver.
Standing between my legs, I could feel the thick outline of his cock pressing into my center, and it was an effort not to let a whimper escape. My pulse throbbed lower with every tiny movement, every brush of skin.
“This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” he drawled, looking down at me on the desk.
“No?”
“No.”
He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked. Pain shot down my spine, and I gasped, need flooding my core. I slid off the desk, and he spun me around, pressing my cheek flat into the wood.
I whimpered, but not from pain, and arched my back to grind my ass against him.
He leaned over only long enough to let his face fall against my neck, inhaling deeply, like a drowning man taking his first breath. Straightening again, he cupped me between my legs. “All the times you’ve worn skirts…it would have been so easy to already have you wrapped around my cock, but now I have to get you out of these fucking leather trousers.”
