A low laugh rumbled through him, and his gaze riveted to my lips. “The last thing I think of you as is a child.”
He made my blood boil, and my body couldn’t tell if the heat was rage or passion. Currently, it was leaning more toward passion.
I sucked in a breath, my chest brushing against his. We stood so close that I could see the striations of sapphire in his pale blue eyes.
The sight riveted me, and his winter-forest scent nearly sent me into a stupor of lust. My heart thudded low, and heat pooled between my thighs. Time seemed to stop as we stared at each other, our breaths synchronizing.
My gaze dropped to his mouth, and the memory of his taste made my entire body tighten. Unable to help myself, I swayed toward him.
God, I wanted him.
So badly.
“Lore.” I reached up and brushed my fingers against his jaw. He shuddered, his eyelids fluttering closed as he drew in a deep breath.
“Sia.” His voice was rough with desire. “This is a terrible idea.”
Maybe it was, but in the middle of this train ride through hell, I wanted something good.
“I don’t care.” I stood on tiptoe and pressed my lips to his.
A low groan rose in his throat, an almost animal sound that made my heart race. He gripped my waist and pulled me toward him.
My chest pressed flush to his, and the heat of him seared me. He was all strength and tightly leashed power. It made my head swim.
“I want this,” I murmured, tracing my tongue over his lips.
“Fate help me, so do I.” He gripped my hips and hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist so that my center pressed flush to the hardness between his legs.
Pleasure shot through me, fierce and quick. I gasped, unable to stop myself from moving against him. Every shift of my hips sent another jolt of fire through me, and starbursts appeared behind my eyelids.
“Sia,” he rasped, turning to press my back against the wall. He gripped my hips and moved against me. I clutched his shoulders, and he ran his lips down my neck, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin.
I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access.
He laved his tongue over the curve of my neck, then groaned. “You taste so sweet.”
I tilted my head so that I could nip his jaw. “You don’t. You taste like sin.”
“You feel like sin.” He thrust against me, his length hard and delicious, putting pressure in just the right places. I’d had no idea it could feel so good through so many layers of clothing.
His lips found mine again, and he kissed me with the passion of a man who thought he might never do it again.
I couldn’t let that happen.
This couldn’t be the last time. I ran my hands over his shoulders and biceps, marveling at his strength, memorizing every inch of him.
Tension tightened in me as his movements drove me to the edge of madness.
“I want you inside me.” The words whispered out of me on a moan.
Lore stilled, withdrawing his mouth from mine, and looking at me with hot eyes. “Sia…”
“Please, Lore.”
“No.” His jaw hardened, and he appeared to be trying to drag himself back from the brink. Panic flashed when he pulled back from me and said, “This was a bad idea.”
“Please, don’t leave me like this.” I hated the pleading in my voice. “I—I want you.”
A shuddery breath escaped him, his gaze dropping to my lips. The desire in his eyes made something tighten inside me. The ice blue was filled with sapphire flame, and I swore I could see all the things he wanted to do to me. He said one thing, but he clearly felt another.
No one had ever looked at me like that. I was pretty sure no one had ever looked at anyone like that.
A low groan escaped his throat. “Fate, help me.”
His lips crashed down on mine, a kiss so fierce that it stole my breath. It swept me up in a perfect storm of frustrated desire and desperate pleasure.
I gripped his shoulders, moving my hips against his in a rhythm that felt better than anything ever had in my life. I didn’t care what happened from here, as long as I could come. As long as I could make him come.
I wanted to feel him let go, to feel the ecstasy rush through him. He hadn’t been with anyone else in centuries. The idea of it took my breath. I wanted to feel his pleasure more than I wanted to feel my own.
“Sia.” He dragged his lips from mine and buried his face in the crook of my neck. “You’re going to make me—”
He cut off, the words stolen by a gasp that made my heart soar. His hands dug harder into my thighs as his hips moved in a desperate rhythm. He shuddered, his breath coming harder.