Sound of Madness A Dark Royal Romance - Maria Luis Page 0,104
curses beneath his breath.
Then he tugs me back up for more.
Against my mouth, he growls, “Open for me, Rowena.”
I can’t find the strength to tell him no.
My lips fall open and his tongue swoops in, and he consumes me like I’m the oxygen he needs to see another sunrise. My head falls back into the cradle of his hands and he angles our mouths at a slant, pressing deeper, invading me completely.
I’ll die if he stops.
So when he lifts me in his arms and carries me into the bedroom, I cling to his shoulders. And when he lowers me to the bed, I all but whimper as he separates us to pull his shirt over his head. It lands on the floor with a whisper.
“Touch me,” he husks, bringing my right hand to his chest, “please touch me.”
Dark scrolls of ink bleed across his sculpted upper body.
There’s little rhyme or reason to the abstract tattoos on his biceps; they’re as tangible as whisps of smoke slipping through my fingers. But my pulse quickens when I spy the figure inked over his hard chest: a raven in profile, the lower half of its body morphing into a skull with wings of burnished red. My gaze catches on the inscription below, and I drag my fingers over the words written in Old Norse. “What does it mean?”
He catches my wrist. Flattens my palm over the ink like he hopes that I’ll feel the words in my soul just as he feels them in his. “‘Two ravens flew from Odin’s shoulders,’” he says, “‘Huginn to the hanged and Muninn to the slain.’”
“You see yourself as the dispatcher of death? Like the ravens Odin sent to the corpses?”
Damien’s blue eyes are fathomless, ancient. Haunted. “No, love, I am Death.”
And then, before I even have the chance to digest the implication of that statement or the endearment that tripped off his tongue, he brings his mouth back to mine in a kiss that leaves me breathless and squirming on the bed.
He pins my wrists above my head and lowers himself into the cradle of my hips. I arch my spine, an invitation for him to bring me closer, if he wants, and he takes the offering with a throaty groan. One palm slips beneath me, to the small of my back, before sweeping around my waist to press flush against my stomach. Careful to avoid my sensitive skin, he fists the fabric of my shirt and bares my breasts to his hungry gaze.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful to me.” Blue eyes hooded, those soft lips of his swollen. He meets my stare, studying me with that quiet, intense way of his, and then he drops his head and slicks his tongue over my nipple.
The first touch is heaven, the second downright electric.
By the time he’s alternating between swirling his tongue and flicking at the hardened bud, I’m coming off the bed with desperate moans that he quiets with a hand over my mouth and a wicked glint in his eye.
Yes. Yes.
His other palm finds my hip, his fingers gripping me tight. And then he tilts his hips against mine in a slow, sensual grind that leaves me shattered and panting. My joggers are thin, his denim trousers practically plastered to his erection, and the friction—
I cry out against the prison of his hand.
Then, framing his face, I drag him back up so that I can feast on his mouth. I bite his bottom lip and sweep my tongue over the flesh to ease the sting. I beg for entry with a whimper and he parts his lips on command, letting me steal my way inside. The scruff on his jaw abrades my skin but I can’t find it in myself to back away. And all the while, he nudges my right leg from his waist and plants it flat on the mattress, at a ninety-degree angle, so that when I pull back for air and glance down, there’s no missing the way he rocks against my core with every pump of his hips. Muscles straining, ink rippling.
He’s driving me to the brink of insanity, and I feel worshipped.
“Make me yours,” I pant against his mouth.
His breath catches, his hips ceasing all movement. Slowly, he eases his forehead against mine. “A dangerous wish.”
“I’m choosing to live.” Leaning up on one elbow, I tug on his earlobe with my teeth. “Escape into the sunshine with me, Damien. Just for a little bit.”