Incarnate
Chapter Six
A cold, onshore breeze swept through the cracks of the small cottage, the morning promising such silence that only the crackle of timber could be heard. The splintering of the flames caressing the tinder resounded in her ears, lulling her in its mesmeric symphony.
She lay close, allowing the swelter of the flames to shelter her against the malice of Russia.
The match coddled between the padded material of her fingers had faded into a cold lump of dust, whisked away against the unforgiving breath of winter. A whisper of silent curses fell from her lips, her famished gaze concentrated on the dull cigar in her palm.
Florid flames radiated against her pale skin, flickering in the morning air, whilst she leaned carefully into them to light her cigar. Placing the bud between her cracked lips, she inhaled slowly and permitted the nicotine to soothe her raging nerves.
Warmth filled her lungs and a bitter taste swept across her tongue, whilst she hummed in satisfaction and clutched the brutish blanket closer to her body.
A voice filled the thin walls of the cottage, deep and amiss, in contrast to the sweet wintry air outside and she hummed at the comfort his voice brought her, unable to resist the temptation that was him.
Tousled fingers caressed her lousy locks, as he placed himself beside her and tucked her wild strands away from her face. His ginger eyes assessed her with such caution, it worried her, but not as much as the feelings that surfaced when his fingers grazed her lips and abducted the cigarette from them.
"Your willingness to fill your body with such poison will always concern me."
His wisdom had always bewildered her and she gulped against the intensity of his gaze, memorizing her face.
"When the mind is poisoned the body shall follow," she stated, a quant smile kissing her lips despite the promise of unshed tears filling her eyes.
"Using my own words against me," he mused. "Although, I'm going to have to disagree."
Her dark brow lifted and she tilted her head in amusement at the man, despite being focused on the heat from his fingers caressing her skin. She should have pulled away but the intimacy his touch gave her made to want to cave into her desires.
His warm hands cup the sides of her face and warmth lingers in the pit of her stomach. In her mind, she knows this is wrong but everything about the man before her felt right.
"You are the light that shines in the darkness, the epitome of beauty. You remind me of home."
His dark eyes bore into her own, following the trail of salty tears that coursed along the planes of her face, watching as they rolled over her plump lips. His gaze was hungry and although it shouldn't have been, he'd wanted to taste her.
"This is selfish of me," he admitted, gazing into her eyes with an intensity that she had never experienced.
"So foolish, but I can't seem to help myself."
His lips were dangerously close to her own and she could feel the whisper of his words against her lips in silent warning, yet she could not find the control to pull away. Her eyes fluttered, caving into her desires when the soft material of his lips captured her in a delicate peck that left her body aching for more, before murmuring the words that would make her his forever.
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Incarnate
Werewolf"The worst thing you could ever do is fall in love with me," she murmured with a steady breath, the planes of her feminine frame against his in a dangerous game. Goosebumps plagued her arms, at the feeling of his fingers delicately caressing her...
