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She's right. I can see that. I stare back at her, and then I ask the question that's been haunting me since I left her bed. "Do I mean anything more to you than a symbolic victory? Because if not, the easiest solution would be to kill me."
"Don't," she says sharply. "Don'teversay things like that. I would never…" She trails off. "No, Sunshine. You're much more than a symbol to me. You've unsettled me. There's something about you—" She steps closer. "I'm not afraid of anyone. But I'm a little afraid ofyou."
My breath catches. Slowly, deliberately, she takes my glass from me and sets both mine and hers aside. The air between us grows charged as she brushes a lock of my hair behind my ear, her wine-stained lips hovering an inch from mine in silent question.
In answer, I slide my fingers through her dark hair and bring her mouth down to mine.
CHAPTER 23
Aurora
Hadria's kissis soft and teasing, but it awakens the same driving need in me as last night, an overwhelming desire tosubmitto her.
And I feel a faint wave of disgust with myself, that all those hopes and dreams I had to escape could be wiped away with a single kiss from the woman who keeps me captive...
But I can't feel resentful for long. When her hands slide over me, they're careful, questioning, making sure I want what she's offering. She whispers in my ear, asking outright what I want, what I need from her?—
"I want you," I murmur. It's the truth, God help me. I wanther. I want my freedom, but I want Hadria, too, and I'm terrified that they're not compatible.
"I want you too, little sunbeam," she tells me, tipping my face up. "I'd like to taste your sweetness again. Should we go back to the house?"
I grin. "Nope."
Her eyebrows go up. "Right here?"
"Well—maybe over here," I say, taking her hand and leading her to a more secluded part of the night garden, where a patch of soft grass is hidden by the trailing fingers of a small willow tree. I sweep aside the swinging tendrils like a curtain, and Hadria smirks.
"Cozy," she remarks—and then strips off her jacket and lays it out on the ground in a move so chivalrous I feel my heart flutter.
"Um, thanks," I say awkwardly, and she helps me lie down on top of it, then joins me, pulling me into her arms.
For a minute we just lie there, staring up at the stars through the willow tree branches. Hadria's hand strokes my arm softly, and she shifts me a little so she can see into my face. "Last night was intense," she murmurs.
"I like intense," I say at once. I'm already throbbing between the legs, almost shocked at how immediately wanton I feel.
"I like it, too," she replies. "But there are other ways to be intense. Would you like me to show you?"
Would I like her to show me? I'd like her to rip my damn clothes off and fuck me, that's what I'd like. But I just say, "Yes, please."
She tips my face up with a finger under my chin and begins to kiss me again, taking her time, savoring the taste of my lips, the way our mouths fit together. I moan softly into her mouth, my body already on fire for more. But she stays slow, agonizingly slow, trailing her lips down my jawline, flicking her tongue against my earlobe, her fingers rubbing a soft, teasing arc over my breasts. I arch up against her with need, wanting more,needingmore.
"Easy," she murmurs, nipping at my neck playfully before soothing the sting with her tongue. "I want to enjoy this. I want you melting into a puddle before I even think about getting you off."
I groan in frustration. "I'm already halfway there!"
She chuckles against my skin. "The best part of any meal is the anticipation," she purrs in my ear. I'm going to protest again, but then her hand slides down my stomach and into my pants, stroking gently through my curls. "Good kitty," she murmurs.
I'm already so wet, so ready for her. Her fingertip slides down my soaking seam, and I open my legs wider, let my lips part of their own accord, hoping that her fingers will brush against my clit.
"You're so hot for me," she says into my hair. "Burning up. A little furnace." And she gives me what I'm so desperate for at last, a soft pass over my clit that leaves me writhing, pleading. "That feel good?" She strokes me a little firmer, then takes my clit in two fingers, cradling it gently. The sensation is exquisite, and I arch into her touch, moaning without thought for who might overhear.
"Yes, I think you like that," she chuckles. Her free hand slides up my shirt and captures my breast, squeezing gently. Pleasure rockets through me, a white-hot line from my nipple to between my legs.
"Oh, Hadria," I moan, unable to hide the want in my voice. "Please, please—I need more."
But she slows down, nibbling at my collarbone. "Impatient little sunbeam," she teases. "We have all night." She draws out the moments, tapping at my clit softly with her fingertips while shepinches and releases my nipple over and over again, and it's maddening and blissful all at once. I'm squirming underneath her ministrations, desperate for more, relishing my body's own capacity to surprise me.
Because it's never felt so good before. I've touched myself, of course, brought myself to what I thought was a peak...but it was never, ever like the sensations Hadria brought out in me last night. The sensations she's bringing out in me now...
