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With the tip of my nose, I ran my face over her skin to another scar. “It would appear that every inch of you has been made for me. Like you were carved out of the likeness of a goddess.” I kissed the spot and took a deep breath of her warm scent.
“I don’t believe in the gods. Nymphs believe in Mother Nature,” she whispered and cupped my face as I leaned closer to hers.
“Maybe they both exist. Maybe neither. Or maybe they’ve chosen to combine their creations with the likes of us.”
Ryker’s teeth ran over her bottom lip, holding in the slight grin. I toyed with a curl near her face.
“I love the kinks of your hair. I love the fierceness and the vulnerability that somehow coincides in your evergreen eyes. Your lips,” I brushed my finger over her mouth. “They were made to fit mine; I believe it.”
“You’ve probably said that to a thousand girls,” Ryker said in a hushed tone, but her attention remained on my mouth.
“Never.” I lowered my face to hers. Our lips brushed so closely, her eyes fluttered shut.
“Kiss me,” she eventually said.
With her blessing, our lips fully met. There was a fierceness to the kiss, a desire that had to be met. Tentatively, her tongue traced along my bottom lip. But as my fingers drew circles over the jagged skin of her back, her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, each kiss grew more frantic.
Her heartbeat raced against my chest, every breath fanning over my face. Together we stumbled back toward the bed. Her body was pinned beneath mine as the mattress dipped with our weight and the soft blankets wrinkled.
I pulled my hands out from underneath her, stroking down her face, down her neck as our kisses grew and we swallowed each other. There was peace in this moment. Every worrisome thought melted away. Ryker’s body, typically so filled with tension, loosened as my fingers roamed her skin.
Slowly, I ran a line over the swell of her bust over the top of her bra. A small moan escaped her against my lips. I could smell her wetness in the air. The feeling of my own desire pressed between us. Slipping my hand over her bra, I could feel the point of her nipples under the fabric. I caught the peak of her bust in one hand, gently tugging before I took her whole breast with the fullness of my palm.
She moaned, grabbing my face and pulling me roughly against her. I lost the feeling of my own uniqueness and my own identity. It was no longer me, but we. We were a single entity that made the idea of what I was before her feel so foreign and wrong.
My hand caressed down her body. I cherished the thought of what it would be like to feel whatever slickness had formed between her legs. A literal, tangible, reaction to her desire. I drew a line over her bare skin above the waistline of her pants.
Ryker shuddered at the touch. I stopped, breaking the kiss, and panting.
“This is where I draw the line.” I rolled to the bed staring up at the ceiling as we listened to our heaving breaths next to each other.
“Thank you,” she finally said, turning to look at me. Her curls had fanned out around her and her full lips were red and swollen.
Closing my eyes, I reveled in the feeling that still swelled in my heart. With one hand, I reached for hers, the other tucked my erection away as best I could. I turned to her and held her gaze.
“It isn’t my job to convince you with lust to bed me. If you aren’t ready mentally, you aren’t ready at all.”
A smile grew over her lips. “How did you become so sweet, Dace?”
I chuckled because sweet…I was not.
“I’ve waited a long time for you, Ryker Avery. I can wait as many more days as I need to for you.” Rolling to my side, I laced our fingers. “Whatever is enough for you is enough for me.”
The look she gave me, her large hope-filled eyes, her cheeks the slightest rosy red, and her mouth still pink from our kisses, burned into my memory in the very best of ways.
One day she would love me too, I reminded myself, but sometimes the waiting hurt.
As the distance between me and Randsin undoubtedly grew greater, the roar of magic inside me became a throbbing ache instead of the firestorm it had been. I didn’t bother to fight as the two winged males carried me off to a cell. Ungreased hinges screamed in protest as the door was shut and locked behind me.
Red looked startled when she saw me coming. Her hand wrapped around the bars nearest mine as she pressed herself forward. “What’s happening?”
Jerydin and the other man exchanged a look. “What are we supposed to do with her, Graceson?”
Graceson, as he was called, shrugged and headed back up the stairs. Everything was left how it was as I had last seen it. All the blood splattered tools and the table with cuffs remained, no new occupant within them. My gaze traveled the cells I could see. Still empty.
As the men’s steps faded away from my hearing, I walked to the corner where Red’s hands could be seen. The metal bars were cold where I pressed my face to them.
“Damn it, Milo, if you don’t tell me what is happening I swear I’ll find a way out of the cage just to kill you myself.”
