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That is…fascinating.
“Now what?” Pax rasps, his voice husky and strange.
Now what, indeed?
I have lived with this Roman for four long centuries, and never ever have I stopped to study the hard set of his jaw, or how that feral bloodlust in his eyes makes my heart gallop…
“Edward,” Pax snaps. “I require more instructions. Don’t make me chop off your testicles and use them as hacky sacks.”
“Yes,” I squeak, not daring to ask what a ‘hacky sack’ might be. It’s probably something he learned from Mike. “Right. Now, you must say the things that are in your heart.”
“My heart wants to chop off your testicles and use them as hacky—”
“Not tome. To Brianna.”
“Oh. I can do that.” Pax’s whole face breaks out into a smile. “I will tell her that Venus would be jealous of her glorious buttocks, and that I would love nothing more than to slather her in fish sauce and—”
“Not exactly what I meant, but it’s a start.” I sigh, trying not to get distracted by the line of stubble on his jaw. “I meant more along the lines of, ‘Brianna, in all the world’s great wonders, there is no heart that beats in tune with mine as yours does.’”
“Okay, I will try.” Pax screws up his face. ”Bree, when I’m with you, you make me feel as happy as when I am gutting an enemy and swinging his intestines like a skipping rope—”
“No!”
“Give me some words, then, poet.”
“Very well, since I must do everything myself. Repeat after me. Brianna, I fell in love with your courage, and your kindness…”
“Brianna, I fell in love with your courage, and your kindness.”
I have to close my eyes because my cock is so hard. “And even when the world has told you that you are wrong, or strange, or odd, you have never been those things to me. To me, you are perfect. You are the reason I don’t want to fall asleep at night, because the waking world is finally better than my wildest dreams—”
“And even when the world has told you that you are wrong, or strange, or odd, you have never been those things to me, and I’ll stab anyone who says them. To me, you are perfect. You are the reason I don’t want to fall asleep at night, because the waking world is finally better than my wildest dreams.”
Pax beams proudly.
“Very good,” I whisper. “You may also add, ‘I love you to the point of madness, and even if you were to never feel for me as I do for you, I would not be a slave to my love, because my love for you has freed me from the weight and the pain of life. You have freed me, and I am always yours.’”
“I can’t remember all that.”
“Fine, fine.” I shake my head, struggling to find my voice. “The first bit is enough.”
“Now what?” Pax’s breath brushes my lips.
“Now, you must kiss her.”
He blinks.
“Andwhenyou kiss her,” I continue, wrestling back some control over my emotions, “you cannot attack her mouth with your tongue like it is some Druid army that needs conquering.” I grip my hand behind his neck. “You must be soft. You must write the poetry of your feelings with your tongue. Like this.”
With that, I draw Pax to me, and press my lips to his.
My tongue slides over his, caressing, calming, stopping him when he gets too excited and jumps around. He is an excellent kisser, but he is so forceful that it’s impossible not to be swept along with him. But if he is to get Brianna to declare her love for him, it must be on her terms.
I try to redirect Pax, but that Roman is so impossibly stubborn, and as his tongue snakes over mine, and his hand behind my neck presses against my ghostly skin enough toedgeme with pain, I find myself faltering. It doesn’t help that the man kisses the way he does everything else – with a wild Roman power coursing through him, conquering everything he touches.
Conqueringme.
