*First title in the Immortal Series*
"He's the one they tell you never to make a deal with."
After her parents agreed to give her to the infamous immortal, Fate, once she reached a certain age, Zayla has accepted her life as over. But not without a...
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~Zayla
My mind seems to be protesting, but my body isn't. Hell, my body is in complete control.
Kissing Fate isn't how I assumed it would be. I was fully prepared to feel no hint of a mate bond, and not only because he can so easily keep it from me, but because I don't see us being mates. Even if a slight protest in the back of my mind disagrees with this. Instead of concentrating on that, I pin my mind onto what is happening right now. I'm really kissing him.
"What are we doing?" I breathe against his lips, unable to tear myself away.
He continues to kiss me, lips so soft, tasting subtly of the citrus he ate for breakfast. His hands are gentle and cradling, as if he doesn't want to push me too far, but doesn't want to let go of me either. I feel each tentative touch against my hips and waist. Politely, the wander nowhere else.
Is Fate always a gentle lover? A part of me can hardly imagine it.
"Go with it," he breathes, pushing me back slightly until my back is against a pillar. How had he known that was there? Every part of this moment seems so considered. Almost everything seems to be like that with him.
The moment I become slightly breathless, he pulls away from my lips, instead concentrating on my jawline and neck. His entire body is pressed against mine, so I can feel every ridge and muscle, which I would never have thought to be so euphoric.
My hands find his hair, out of blatant curiosity, and also as a prompt to him as he brings his lips back to mine to take my breath away again. It's softer than it looks, which is almost unimaginable. I want to keep my hands buried in his hair forever.
That is, until I finally realise who I'm kissing.
"We shouldn't be doing this," I gasp, pushing away slightly. I can hardly get my hands between us to find his chest. He stumbles back slightly, but not by my strength, but by his own curtsey. "This is the last thing I want."
"Is it? Is that why you kissed me back?" he questions, sweeping his hair back. I had completely mussed it up with my persistent fingers moments before. The top button of his shirt is also undone, which I must have done in the haze of lust being near him.
My teeth grit together in irritation. "I was hardly thinking. We don't know each other. And may I mention that you possibly completely deceived me?"
