The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

moments of wild abandon. That little girl had gotten a
second chance, and so had I.
I wouldn’t waste it.
“No,” I said as his gaze lifted to mine. Heart pounding, I
reached between us. The backs of my trembling fingers
brushed against him, and he jerked as I undid the flap of
buttons. “It doesn’t.”
“Thank fuck,” he growled and then kissed me again,
obliterating any reservations that stemmed from a lifetime
of being sheltered. His tongue stroked mine as he slid an
arm around my waist, lifting me. His strength never ceased
to send a thrill through me. “Wrap your legs around me.”
I did, moaning at the feel of his hard flesh nestled
against mine.
He reached between us, and I felt the tip of him
pressing into me. “Just so you know”—he raised his head,
his gaze locking with mine—“I’m completely in control.”
“Are you?”
“Totally,” he swore, thrusting into me.
My head pushed back against the wall as the feel of
him, hot and thick, consumed me. His mouth closed over
mine, and I loved the way he kissed me, like my very taste
was enough for him to live on.
He moved against me and in me, the twin warmth of his
body and the stone blocks at my back a delicious assault on
my senses. The thrusts of our tongues matched the slow
plunge of his hips. Things…things didn’t stay that way.
Wedging his arm between my back and the wall, he rocked
against me until my body became a fire he fanned with
each stroke and each intoxicating kiss. He pressed in,
grinding against the small bundle of nerves, only to pull
back and then return with another deep thrust. When he
started to retreat, I tightened my legs around his waist,
locking me to him.
He chuckled against my lips. “Greedy.”