The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

intensity, stealing my breath. My entire body tensed as I
lifted myself and brought my body back down, drinking as
deeply from his lips as he did from mine. The fine, rough
hairs on his chest teased the aching tips of my breasts as I
rode him.
“Yours.” Stark need shone through the slits of his eyes.
“Now. Forever. Always.”
My fingers tightened around his hair. With each roll of
my hips, he reached that spot inside me, the one that sent
pleasure bounding through every limb. I moved faster,
moaning as I angled my body toward his. I shuddered,
letting go of his arm and dragging my hand over his chest. A
wildness entered my veins as the friction of the hard length
of him ignited a fire. I kissed him greedily, sucking on his lip,
his tongue. His hands gripped my hips as he lifted his,
meeting my thrusts.
“Should have known,” he said, his breath coming in
shorter, faster pants. “You’d love doing it like this.”
“I love…I just love doing it,” I whispered. “With you.”
His hands slid to my rear, cupping it as he rocked me
harder against him. “Yeah, you do.” He squeezed, holding
me tightly against him until there wasn’t a breath of space
between us. “Promise me.”
All the throbbing tension in me curled tightly. I tried to
lift myself but he held me in place. “Anything,” I rasped, my
nails digging into his skin. “Anything, Cas.”
“If Ian is what you fear and giving him peace is
something you cannot safely carry out…” he said, his words
causing my already stuttering heart to skip. He dragged his
hand up my back, fisting his fingers in my hair. He tugged
my head to his. “Promise me that if it puts you at risk, you
won’t attempt it. That you will wait until it’s safe. Promise
me that.”
The words spilled from me. “I promise.”
Casteel moved at once, lifting me from his lap and onto
my belly. Before I had a chance to take a breath, he thrust