Raging Storm {book 2 in SOSfanfic series} [ON HOLD]

A Kind Of Mercy Of Angels

Reyna was feeling sensations that she never imagined possible. When she was young and naive, she used to dream about them, but she always discarded it as useless fantasies. But right now, they were as real as her beating heart.

She still had her arms braced on the camel in front of her and Mr. Ambrose still had one arm around her and one hand caressing her cheek. And his mouth? Good lord, magic was never real till now.

He bit, he teased, he sucked and kissed the hell out of her sanity. It only grew hotter in the makeshift tent and beads of sweat rolled down Reyna's back. His hands? Oh his hands worked wonders wherever they touched, exploring Reyna's skin. And all the while, she let him.

They couldn't get enough. He pressed in further, parting her mouth with his tongue, a shiver escaping her form. He pressed hot, languid open mouth kisses hard across her swollen lips and liquid heat unfurled like the feathers of the Phoenix, flames emerging from its tips wherever they touched.

She draped her arms across his shoulders and pulled him in, fighting to kiss harder, feel more of the heavenly fire. He growled and obliged, both his hands bracing her tilted back as he pushed herself against her firmly, still not letting go.

Reyna felt her abdominal muscles tense. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he was still seated and rubbed her torso against his. Mr. Ambrose let out a moan that pooled liquid heat between her legs and clutched her sides so tight that she was sure that bruises would form.

This time she bit his lip as they disjoined to breath, cold air rushing in between them inside the heated robe. Their breaths mingled while they stated at each other, and how much one wanted the other.

Bones humming, Reyna pushed down on her forearms to lift herself almost a head taller than Mr. Ambrose as he looked up at her. His recent stubble made her want to do such sinful things that Reyna could've blushed.
She never blushes.

She lowered her lips to his, as if offering her want to him and he graciously accepted, moulding them together. Her tongue moved against his furiosely, dragging out another delicious moan.

Reyna's heart gave a painful lurch, as if it was running a race crippled. Her tempo decreased and she was no longer consumed by lust. She was kissing a man she had wanted to kiss a since long time ago, and she quit holding back.
Her kisses became soft, slow, gentle. Sensing the change, Mr. Ambrose obliged. He understood that she was giving something to him. These soft kisses meant more.

It became a tune. A rush of breath here, a little peck there. Sometimes there lips just softly brushed against each other, like silk in a dream. Then Reyna kissed him properly as if she were saying hello and farewell at the same time.

Her eyes pricked painfully. She didn't stop kissing him until she realized he wasn't kissing her anymore.
Moving back, she saw that he was frozen, blue-green returning to his eyes as he looked at her. There was a teardrop on his cheek. It wasn't his.

A small laugh bubbled out of her when she realized that she was crying. He looked at her with an unfathomable look in his eyes. He took her in, the way that smile lines framed her cheeks because she wasn't used to laughing, her hard dark eyes looking at him as if they grew velvet only for him, the way she covered her mouth with her fingers splayed lightly across her lips whenever she was surprised or happy.

He reached out and brushed away her tear from her cheek. Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned across his hand, wanting to be touched. A surge of pride filled him. He did this.

"I'm sorry," she spoke in a wavering voice, "I don't have much practice....."

She broke off, unsure as her eyes searched for an answer somewhere around her.

"Why do you do this? How can you like someone such as me? I'm a killer." She breathed out the word 'killer' in a rush. As if it were a tag she was labelled with.

Mr. Ambrose tilted his head as he watched her, rubbing his thumb across her lower lip, red because of him.

"I see beauty."

She stilled as she looked at him, a sudden air of vulnerability stopping around her. She blinked and let out a laugh, "You should go to parties and balls more. You have amateur taste."

She stopped giggling once she realized he was serious.

"How can you say that afer you've seen me kill?"

Pause.

"Reyna, have you ever seen a Jaguar hunt and kill?"

She nodded, her hand still at her lips.

"Does that make it any less beautiful? Instead, it adds to its beauty. Beauty only a few can admire. The best kind."
His voice was deep and low, as if he would never mean to take back the words he uttered.

She smiled. She dropped her hand and leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. A gift of thanks.

Mr. Ambrose actually smiled. He actually smiled and the sight of it made Reyna's world stop in its tracks. And he kissed her back.

How could she ever think that he was stone and ice?