Wicked Abyss (Immortals After Dark #17) - Kresley Cole Page 0,102
they have to lose? Maybe the claiming was a magical relationship cure-all.
Horns straightening, he demanded, “How did you think you could get away from me, little wife? All I’d ever needed to do was get you back to my realm. You’re trapped in hell with me forever—”
“Shut up, demon.”
Growl.
“And claim me.”
Groan . . .
Calliope gazed up at him, her ethereal face bathed in the moon’s glow and caressed by the diamondlight. She clamped his shoulders to pull him closer, standing on her toes to get to his mouth.
She kissed him hard, and Sian returned it. Their teeth clicked, their tongues twining.
Calliope wanted him! So why did this hollowness within him remain?
Because he’d been falling more and more for her, and she’d been looking for an out? He reached around her, gripping her ass, grinding against her. He needed closer to her, inside her.
What if she can’t figure out the conundrum?
Then he would be cursed with emptiness, his heart returning to cold, black stone forever.
He broke away from their kiss, chest twisting at her lovely face. Teal blue eyes, kiss-swollen lips. “You’re a godsdamned part of me, yet you would willingly leave me?” Just like in her past life.
While Sian had been dreaming of taking Kari back to hell—you will be mine, Kari . . . for all time—she’d been dreaming of another.
He’d thought of Calliope as his, but she hadn’t been. After tonight, she would be.
“I want you,” she murmured. “Now. Here.”
This was her invitation. But it wasn’t enough to soothe the desolation churning within him. He kissed her again, harder, savoring her breathy cries as their tongues tangled.
Make her understand. Between kisses, he said, “You don’t know what it’s like to yearn for ages without end. To see what you want so clearly—and be denied it. Violently denied it. Never again.” His claws sliced through her blouse. He stripped them of clothes. Fabric ripping.
As they traded hungry kisses, he conjured a fur to spread over the sandy floor of the cave and a small fire to warm her. Before she could change her mind, he broke from the kiss to lower her down.
This will happen. At the realization, he seethed; the dimension seethed. Winds picked up, battering the mountain all around them. Waves crashed, sending spray inside the cave.
His gaze roamed over her trembling body. Droplets of water misted her naked flesh, making it shimmer. Her breasts were swollen, her stiffened nipples begging for a suck. Can she feel the fire’s heat through those tips? Her hips subtly rocked.
He must be dreaming. If so, he would never wake.
Were ten millennia of his fantasies about to come true at last?
FORTY-EIGHT
Lila stared up at Abyssian’s onyx eyes. The fire set the diamonds ablaze with all new prisms, the flames reflected in his gaze.
Before she’d known it, he had them naked on a fur, his massive frame levered over her. “I’ve never felt so alive.” All of her senses sang. She could taste the fire and feel the mesmerizing lights. Awareness of him overwhelmed her.
When she grazed her fingertips over one of his bright glyphs, he held himself motionless, a primordial gentled by his mate.
She smoothed locks of his black hair away from his brow, then traced the rugged line of his jaw.
She was nervous, but . . . “I trust you.” She did—with her body. So why couldn’t she make the leap to tell him everything? The confusion roiling inside this demon made her chest ache.
No longer could she wonder about their fated connection; his pain was her pain. They were connected.
He’s my mate too. “Abyssian . . .” I’m falling for you.
“I won’t let anything divide us.” Burning in his gaze was that bone-deep yearning, calling to hers. “I can’t ever lose you again. You are a part of me, Lila.” His forehead met hers. For long moments, they stayed like that.
How to voice all the thoughts whirling in her head? I need you to show me this. To accept me as is. Please let this bond us enough to last.
He leaned down to nuzzle her breasts, and her lids went heavy. “Sweetest nipples. They swell to my tongue.” He took one and suckled with a growl. Against her damp skin, he said, “Never get enough . . . of your soft breasts. Never get enough of you. . . .”
His erection captured her attention. The veined length strained even harder. A bead of moisture clung to the head, pearlescent in the firelight.