She moved beneath him, causing him to still, to gaze down at her in desperate hope as he watched her lashes flutter open.
At first, fear and desperation flashed in the emerald depths, before confusion, then complete joy brightened the beautiful green of her eyes.
"Styx?" She whispered his name, her hand lifting, fingers trembling as she touched his face.
"Aye, lass, I'm no so easy to get rid of." He tried to grin and couldn't.
He was damned if amusement would rise inside him when he had come so close to losing her.
"I thought you were gone," she whispered, her lips trembling as tears filled her eyes. "I didn't get to tell you I loved you. That you changed me." A sob caught in her voice as he felt his own eyes moisten at the emotion he heard there, glimpsed in her gaze.
"Ah, lass, you let those bastards drag you off before I could tell you the same," he growled as his fingers lifted to touch the soft line of her lips. "I lost what was left of my senses when I realized you were gone."
Her lips quirked. "There's not much there to lose, Styx."
"Aye," he agreed. "And soon, there will be even less. Come, lass, kiss me. Give me your heart so I know tomorrow at least has hope."
Hope that even if the danger surrounding them didn't go away, then at the very least there would be happiness, joy.
Once again his fingers caressed her stomach as his lips lowered to hers and the cinnamon- and chocolate-infused mating hormone filled both their senses.
She moaned beneath him, her tongue licking at his, stroking it, before her wee lips suckled at it and she arched against him as though demanding more.
She was demanding.
Storme felt the heat that filled her mouth, the spiciness of his kiss sinking into her and the incredible pleasure that began to build from it.
The hormone-laced mating kiss. The tabloids and gossip rags printed stories and articles relating to the suspected phenomenon. Most people didn't believe it. Certain pure blood fanatics swore it was true. There had been rumors among Council soldiers, and Storme vaguely remembered her father and brother discussing something similar.
Personally, Storme had always scoffed at the notion. Now she knew it was true.
As she arched, her body heated, her pu**y creaming until she swore she felt the dampness against her thighs.
A desperate moan left her lips as he abandoned the kiss, his lips stroking along her jaw, to the arched column of her neck and then to the hard, tight peaks of her ni**les.
Covering a hard bud with his lips and sucking it in, his hands stroked over her arms. His calloused fingertips, slightly rough, traced down her arm, across her hip, along her thighs. His hands were never still, his fingers never caressing her the same way twice, but each stroke fired nerve endings and created a sensitivity to pleasure so intense it took only minutes before she was crying out from the extremity of it.
Her pu**y clenched, her juices gathered like thick syrup along the bare flesh of her pu**y lips and sensitized her clit to the point that it was pounding with sensation.
Even the air against her flesh was a caress, fired and intensified by the small growls and groans that sounded as if they'd been forced from Styx's chest.
His c**k lay against the inside of her leg, thick and so hard it felt like hot iron against her flesh.
As his lips loved over her br**sts, suckling first one, then the other of the tight, sensitive ni**les, Storme fought the need to grab his head and push him to the sensitive flesh of her thighs.
She needed his kiss there. Needed the stroke of his tongue against her clit, those hungry growls vibrating against it.
Her hips arched, strangled cries tearing from her throat as those heated kisses began to trail down her torso, over her stomach.
Stopping at the flat plane of her midriff, he paid particular attention to her lower stomach, his tongue stroking, his fingers caressing before he moved lower.
Lower.
"Oh God. Styx!"
His tongue swiped through the drenched folds of bare flesh, so hot and wicked she swore she nearly came from the first lick.
But her lover was more diabolical than that.