Winter Wedding, стр. 23
“Pictures are hard to decipher when pulling knowledge using fairy dust, so I didn’t really understand this particular book.” He licked his finger and shoved some pages to the side. “There were eight blank pages in the back.”
Her hands trembled as she took the book in her hands. “They aren’t blank now.” She swallowed the lump that swelled in her throat. “But I can’t make much out.” Squinting, she raised the book closer to her eyes. The faint pencil marks were barely visible.
“The first one that was blank has the darkest impressions. It looks like two wolves fighting,” Dayton said.
Quickly, she flipped to the front of the book. “This is the image of the wolf leaving Aria’s bedroom when the visionary split your soul. This is you.”
Dayton stood behind her with his hands resting firmly on her hips. His hot breath tickled her ear.
She slowly turned a few more pages. “These must be all the people you and your sisters’ souls passed through.”
“These drawings document the entire legend.”
“But it doesn’t tell us what is happening next.”
He snagged the book, slapped it shut, and tossed it on the table. Turning her, he heaved her to his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
Her toes dangled on the floor. Fairy dust swirled around them. Different streams tangled with each other, merging together as if their dust was one.
“We know what will happen next.”
Unable to resist his embrace, she clasped her fingers together behind his neck. “We can’t see past us in…oh.”
8
“The pages on the book are filled in before they happen but based on what happened the page before, and the page that we’re in bed together isn’t finished because it doesn’t have the author’s signature,” Dayton said. His heart beat so fast, he thought it might pound through his chest. “Do you know who the author is?”
Cheryl’s pink tongue flicked out of her mouth and glided over her plump lips.
He swallowed a groan. His desire clamped down on his soul. He’d wandered the woods aimlessly, unable to communicate. His need for a connection picked away at his essence. Holding Cheryl in his arms filled every void. His desire stretched around them.
“No one knows.”
“You didn’t notice the changes until now?” he asked. His body screamed for him to shut up and take her delectable mouth and show her the passion she deserved. But his mind demanded knowledge.
“I was only given the book this morning. I took a picture of the signature and sent it to a couple of people I know. I’m hoping they can find out who the author is.”
He curled his fingers around the back of her thighs and hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.
She locked her feet behind his back. Her breath came in short, throaty pants. Her chest pressed against his with every deep breath.
“We’re going to have do something about you picking me up all the time. I’m not some dainty little flower that might snap if not handled with light hands.”
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “So, I can be as rough as I want?”
She jerked her head back. “What do you even know about sex?”
He burst out laughing as he tossed her on the bed. Standing at the edge of the mattress, he whipped off his shirt. “I might not have actually done it in my own body, but it doesn’t mean I didn’t experience it in one of the many souls I traveled through. Besides, everything with you is instinctual. It’s like we’ve been together forever.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.” She pushed up on her elbows, her gaze gliding over his body.
“You want to see more, don’t you?” He popped open the button of his jeans, looping his fingers over the zipper.
Her smile gave him a warm shiver. Her fairy dust glided over his body, giving him a tiny taste of what it will be like to love her.
To be loved by her.
She reached up and traced her finger along his arm and down his hand, brushing his stomach gently.
He grabbed her wrist before she managed to yank his pants off. “I’m shirtless, so it’s your turn.”
Leaning in, she pressed her sweet, wet lips against his stomach.
His muscles tightened and twitched. A wave of dizziness threatened to knock him to his knees. He grabbed a fist full of her long, dark hair. “Shirt. Off. Now. Please.”
A deep growl rumbled to his throat as she pushed her lips harder against his skin. Her hands splayed over his thighs, inching higher.
Tenderly, he tugged at her hair.
Her head tilted, and she looked up at him with pouty lips.
“Take your shirt off and I’ll let you have your way with me.”
“I’m going to have my way with you regardless.”
Before he had a chance to respond, she had his jeans to his ankles. As he kicked out of them, she managed to clasp her fingers around him, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. He clenched his jaw. He tried to heave in a deep breath, but he couldn’t manage to get enough oxygen to fill his lungs.
“Are you ever going to take your shirt off?”
Her mouth hovered over him like bird flying over the water, waiting to dive for the right fish.
“Men. You all have boobs on the mind.”
“I wouldn’t mind your breasts gracing my vision.” He held his breath as she took him into her mouth. “Oh, my…” He hissed as she devoured every inch. Slowly, she glided her lips off, circling her tongue over the tip and then repeated the motion several times.
His vision blurred. Perspiration beaded across his hairline. For centuries, half of his soul had been charged with protecting his sister. He lived in the corner of people’s minds, separate from them, but he still experienced much of what they did.
This was like nothing