A Sea Of Bloody Hearts

№53|The Lioness

-‘๑’-Book 1-‘๑’-

№53|The Lioness
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Wayne growled and pushed her up against the wall. The picture frames above them rattled as a gasp left her lips. Before the breath ceased, his mouth was on hers. The exhalation became a groan as their tongues eagerly explored each other. Heat traveled like wildfire. This woman. My gods. This woman would be his or be the death of him.

His mind hardly registered the way the moonlight played across her hair as the comb hastily tucked into her head jarred loose. Her midnight blue tendrils cascaded down her shoulders and across her chest.

The curtain of her locks did little to hide the glory of her bosom as she broke away from his lips, gasping. Her attempt to take a steadying breath was cut off when Wayne turned his blazing kisses down her jaw and ivory toned neck.

The salty sweat on her skin only made him smirk inwardly as he continued dragging his lips downward to the dip of her throat. He then slowly ran his tongue along the entire length of her collarbone.

His queen had been in such a rush to get into the room. The way he had surprised her with the shoes seemed to transform her shock into passion and desire. He had been frozen in place upon finally laying his eyes on her again. His own desire instantly magnified tenfold by the vision of her beauty.

Glancing up at her, he couldn’t help but think back to the moment he fell in love with her.

There she was in all of her breathtaking glory, slowly emerging from the large, private pool in her master room. Her body was silhouetted against the indoor waterfall, which looked more akin to a river of fire in the rays of a dying sunset.

Water droplets sparkled like diamonds as they rolled down her arms, between the valley of her breast, and into her navel. His heart had nearly stopped, and he ceased to draw breath as his gaze swept over her generous curves. His eyes trailed down to the space between her legs where a neat thatch of dark curls hid her most sacred of places.

When she had languidly raised her arms to comb her hands through her midnight tressess, twisting the dripping locks with her slender fingers and releasing more streams of water to run in rivulets down her arching neck and spine, he had nearly come undone on the spot.

Heart burst from his core, searing through his body, causing his groin to throb and his hand to clench the rim of the door he was leaning on so tightly that his nails pierced through the wood. It had been so long since he’d seen such a beautiful woman. Silvia was the equivalent of a goddess. 

God, was it possible to die from sheer desire?

The snapping of the crushed wood beneath his palm alerted her. She poised for an attack, instantly dropping into her fighting stance. Two lions made of strong magic shrouded her fists. Her brown eyes turned a fierce lavender and drilled into his person, his own feral instincts roared to life in response.

This was no common Pure Witch, but a Lioness. Ready to kill with more grace and ferocity than any other woman he had ever laid eyes upon. And sweet heaven, he wanted her. Never to tame her, but to tangle with her as two souls who could only truly express the intensity of their feelings through the conquering of each other's hearts and bodies. To be equally at her mercy, yet holding her life in his arms as they laid themselves bare before one another. She was his most precious person, his undoing.