Warning** Spice that includes some knife play that some may find uncomfortable/triggering
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Elara
"You shouldn't be here." I went ridged with Rylan's proximity.
The bastard stepped even closer, closing the space between us until I could feel the heat of his body radiating against mine. My heart raced, anticipation mingling with apprehension. I think I was too shocked to react. It was outrageous that he was bold enough to approach me like this, to view me with pure intent that he did not even try to conceal.
"I don't want to be anywhere else," Rylan murmured.
It was harder to breathe, to think, to do anything. I stood there staring at him like he was a foreign thing. A new smile tugged at his lips, and he tilted his head. "I would bet all of your crew's gold that you want me here too." He lifted a hand, the backs of his fingers gently tracing the line of my jaw.
I couldn't deny the surge of desire that shot through me at his touch, my breath catching in my throat. His fingers were warm against my skin, sending sparks dancing along my nerves.
"Rylan..." I started, but my voice trailed off as he leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from mine. This shouldn't have been happening. He was a distraction. I did not screw the crew and I certainly did not screw anyone more than once. It was better that way, safer. Sex overcomplicated things when it became more than just casual. And casual ended after the first time. But never had I wanted a man more than once, the desire bleeding into a need, possibly into madness.
"Do you want me to leave?" Rylan asked, his breath mingling with my ragged one.
I hesitated, the rational part of my mind screaming at me to push him away, to maintain some semblance of control. But the heat pooling between my thighs betrayed me. And the alcohol within my blood only fueled the fire.
"No," I whispered back, barely able to form words.
With that, he closed the distance, gently guiding me into my room so that the door shut behind him. Rylan's lips captured mine. I melted against him, apprehension forgotten as my hands found their way to his chest, feeling the solid warmth of his body beneath my fingertips. It shouldn't have been possible for a man to feel this good.
His hands roamed over me, igniting trails of fire wherever they traveled. The touch firm and possessive like I was his for the taking, yet tender. He set me ablaze in a way that consumed everything in its path. There was no fighting it, no controlling it. All I could do was submit to it and hope that some part of me survived.
He moved me through the small room with an effortless ease. I simply went where he guided. We ended up on my bed, Rylan hovering over me, his weight pressing down, trapping me beneath him. The startling power of him settled over me, and a flicker of fear snagged my heart. Suddenly, the threat of the man looming over me became all too real. He knew things. Suspected things. And I didn't know his true goals. Mentally he kept a healthy distance from me, and that was dangerous, for he held secrets.
With a quick, practiced motion, I unsheathed the blade at my thigh, the cool metal a reassuring weight in my hand, and brought its tip to the side of his neck. Rylan pulled away just slightly and stilled, those cold commanding gray eyes meeting mine.
"We have a safe word if you need to use it, instead of playing with knives," he said calmly, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down my spine. There was no fear in his gaze, no caution.
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Mark My Soul
Fantasy*MATURE FANTASY* Bound by fate, torn by betrayal. Their souls are intertwined. She is his mate, and he is hers, whether or not this is something they want. Elara has spent her life hiding from the oppressive forces of the Light, a powerful cult th...
