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“Take them off,” I urged, suddenly desperate for the sight of him.
He didn’t, and I frowned. Then featherlight fingers, fingers that had ripped heads from bodies and decimated entire towns and villages, touched me as though I’d break if he did not do so with extreme care. Up and down, they brushed over me, turning for his knuckles to do the same. They caught my folds, opened them slightly, and I moaned long and loud, delirious in a way I’d never experienced before.
Noticing—noticing everything—Dade repeated the action, swapping his knuckles for the pad of one thick finger, but not before he dragged his tongue along them.
Hypnotized with no breath left inside my lungs, I watched his eyelids flutter. Those heavy lashes lowered with his hand as he stroked and circled, and I twisted my lip between my teeth as every limb tingled and my blood heated beyond anything that could be considered safe.
“Kiss me,” I choked out, and he was over me in an instant, still working me toward a slow entrance into oblivion.
Our lips met and parted, his tongue matching the circular swipes of his finger. “At first,” he said, his voice so deep that some of his words cracked, “when I realized what’d happened that night in the cave, that I had bonded to you, I couldn’t believe it.” His breath rushed inside my mouth. “I didn’t want to…”
His finger crawled to my entrance, toying, and we both moaned.
“But when I saw you again, I knew, even as a swan, that this was real, real in a way that felt right, no matter how much I thought to refuse it. And now…” He circled again, dragged his teeth over my chin, along my jaw, and licked my erratic pulse. “Now that I’ve got you in my bed, in my arms, on the brink of breaking beneath me…” He groaned, teeth clutching gently at my skin. “I can see that the stars made you just for me.”
I couldn’t talk, could hardly stand to believe a word he said, let alone try to swim away from the feelings his touch, that he, was drowning me in. My eyes widened when he rubbed me, and his nostrils flared as his hooded gaze darted all over my face, reading and learning.
I heard his pants loosen and felt his skin burn against mine, though he hadn’t moved to rid them. “You said…” I swallowed hard, catching the back of his head when he made to rise. “You haven’t done this.”
“I didn’t lie.” He hissed when his length replaced his fingers. He didn’t enter my body. He ground into me, harder than stone and perfectly positioned, and I was flailing over the side of a cliff, just waiting to be pushed.
Crazed with sensation, I tilted his head to lick the blood from his neck. The cut sealed shut beneath my tongue, and he shuddered, sliding harder against me. Stars cluttered behind my closed eyes, our labored breaths a violent song in my ears.
“Opal,” he groaned, and my name had never quite sounded like that, like a vow made with four simple letters.
A wave swept in, and I was thrown off the cliff, completely submerged beneath all that he was as he rocked into me, my head caged in his hands while I struggled to open my eyes and draw breath. His own eyes were a furious blue, his thumb at the corner of my lips as he choked on a curse and stilled. Something warm spilled over my lower body—and didn’t stop until I’d quit shaking and my lips grew slack against his.
A satisfied growl climbed up his throat, filled my ear as he dropped his head into my neck, where it stayed for fracturing moments. Then he rumbled, rolling to his side and keeping my body aligned with his, my head placed under his chin above his thundering chest, “Don’t you dare leave.”
And I didn’t.
Not until morning arrived when he was called away at dawn.