Isabelle. He could remain with her for a few months before he had to head back to Drahcir, but he feared if he stayed she would never leave with him. It wasn’t just getting to Drahcir on time. There were other threats, threats he’d do whatever he could to avoid.
“I’ll give you two days.”
“Two days?” she repeated, her brow furrowed in exasperation. “How can you expect me to decide such a monumental decision in so short a time?”
He shrugged as hopelessness began to settle around him like iron shackles. “You know the answer. You just refuse to say it. If you have no’ come to realize that now, you willna in two days, two weeks, two months, or two years.”
“What you ask for is impossible,” she said and whirled around to stalk back into the cottage.
Lucian gave it all of a heartbeat before he followed her. He had seen the fire in her eyes, the anger that sparked deep within her, but if she wanted rage, he could give her fury over the injustice of his kingdom and his family.
He threw open the door and found her facing the fireplace, her arms wrapped about her waist as she stared into the flames. With a jerk of his wrist, he slammed the door and stalked toward her. If her mind wouldn't listen, perhaps there was another way he could reach her.
His hands itched to feel her satiny skin, and his body burned to be buried inside her once more. With his cock already hard and aching, he didn't push aside the desire that begged to be released. He accepted it, acknowledged it.
And welcomed it.
With a growl, he gripped Isabelle's shoulders and turned her to face him as he backed her up against a wall. Her wide midnight blue eyes stared at him, watching him to see what he was about.
“If you willna to listen to your heart, then listen to your body,” he said just before he ravaged her mouth in a kiss meant to overwhelm, a kiss meant to shatter her.
When she returned the intensity, it set him afire, burning him from the inside out as the passion swept him, engulfed him.
Consumed him.
His grip tightened, his heart pounded. The more he had of her, the more he needed. She was the air, the sun, the moon. She was…everything. He feared he’d never have enough of her, and with that fear grew another – what if he had to return to Drahcir alone?
He pushed aside those morbid thoughts as he thrust his tongue deep into Isabelle's mouth. He expected her to resist, yet she pulled her arms out of his grasp and wound them about his neck as she sighed into his mouth.
Lucian lost all thought as his hands moved quickly and efficiently to remove her clothes until she stood naked before him. Just as quickly, he shed his own and reclaimed her sweet mouth for another intoxicating kiss.
He took her hands in his and stretched her arms to the side as he molded his body to hers. Her full breasts pressed into his chest as he continued to kiss her, taking her lips again and again in kisses that were quick and light, long and sensual, and deep and demanding.
And she responded to each one in a way that had Lucian craving her, needing her so desperately that for a moment he couldn't breathe.
His hunger for her quickly outweighed everything. So much so that if she refused to return with him, he knew he would find it next to impossible to leave her. He was hers just as much as she was his.
Mates didn't abandon each other.
Lucian pulled away and looked down at his mate. Her lips were swollen, her lids heavy, and her eyes filled with such longing that in that moment, had she asked, he would have sworn to stay with her forever, forsaking everything.
“Lucian,” she whispered and leaned forward to rain kisses on his neck and chest.
He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. She was a temptress, a siren that lured him with her enticing face and alluring body.
“I need you,” she said and rubbed her hips against him.
Lucian hissed at the contact of her soft body against his cock. It
“I’ll give you two days.”
“Two days?” she repeated, her brow furrowed in exasperation. “How can you expect me to decide such a monumental decision in so short a time?”
He shrugged as hopelessness began to settle around him like iron shackles. “You know the answer. You just refuse to say it. If you have no’ come to realize that now, you willna in two days, two weeks, two months, or two years.”
“What you ask for is impossible,” she said and whirled around to stalk back into the cottage.
Lucian gave it all of a heartbeat before he followed her. He had seen the fire in her eyes, the anger that sparked deep within her, but if she wanted rage, he could give her fury over the injustice of his kingdom and his family.
He threw open the door and found her facing the fireplace, her arms wrapped about her waist as she stared into the flames. With a jerk of his wrist, he slammed the door and stalked toward her. If her mind wouldn't listen, perhaps there was another way he could reach her.
His hands itched to feel her satiny skin, and his body burned to be buried inside her once more. With his cock already hard and aching, he didn't push aside the desire that begged to be released. He accepted it, acknowledged it.
And welcomed it.
With a growl, he gripped Isabelle's shoulders and turned her to face him as he backed her up against a wall. Her wide midnight blue eyes stared at him, watching him to see what he was about.
“If you willna to listen to your heart, then listen to your body,” he said just before he ravaged her mouth in a kiss meant to overwhelm, a kiss meant to shatter her.
When she returned the intensity, it set him afire, burning him from the inside out as the passion swept him, engulfed him.
Consumed him.
His grip tightened, his heart pounded. The more he had of her, the more he needed. She was the air, the sun, the moon. She was…everything. He feared he’d never have enough of her, and with that fear grew another – what if he had to return to Drahcir alone?
He pushed aside those morbid thoughts as he thrust his tongue deep into Isabelle's mouth. He expected her to resist, yet she pulled her arms out of his grasp and wound them about his neck as she sighed into his mouth.
Lucian lost all thought as his hands moved quickly and efficiently to remove her clothes until she stood naked before him. Just as quickly, he shed his own and reclaimed her sweet mouth for another intoxicating kiss.
He took her hands in his and stretched her arms to the side as he molded his body to hers. Her full breasts pressed into his chest as he continued to kiss her, taking her lips again and again in kisses that were quick and light, long and sensual, and deep and demanding.
And she responded to each one in a way that had Lucian craving her, needing her so desperately that for a moment he couldn't breathe.
His hunger for her quickly outweighed everything. So much so that if she refused to return with him, he knew he would find it next to impossible to leave her. He was hers just as much as she was his.
Mates didn't abandon each other.
Lucian pulled away and looked down at his mate. Her lips were swollen, her lids heavy, and her eyes filled with such longing that in that moment, had she asked, he would have sworn to stay with her forever, forsaking everything.
“Lucian,” she whispered and leaned forward to rain kisses on his neck and chest.
He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. She was a temptress, a siren that lured him with her enticing face and alluring body.
“I need you,” she said and rubbed her hips against him.
Lucian hissed at the contact of her soft body against his cock. It
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