Page 37 of Unmasked Prophecy
He answers by hauling me into his arms and turning, striding away.
I guess he wants me, too.
Finally.
TALON TAKES ME TO THEsmall building out back, the one he brought me to the night I couldn’t sleep. He kicks the door open, carrying me inside, like some kind of leather-bound hero. My heart flutters. He lays me down by the fireplace after throwing a blanket down, and the material is soft beneath me.
His eyes are dark, consuming, and my entire world narrows to just him. A shiver runs through me. He traces my lips with his thumb, his hand trailing slowly down my throat, my chest, my stomach, until I’m burning everywhere his fingers touch. There is something so rough, so edgy about him and yet his fingers move with grace, skill.
I’ve never wanted anything in my entire life as much as I want him.
“Tell me you want this,” he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my whole body.
“I want it,” I breathe, my voice already so unsteady, so fuckingwrecked.
His hands are either side of my head as his body hovers over mine, large and absolutely fucking gorgeous. His mouth closes down over mine again, and I’m lost, completely lost in the way he touches me, the way he makes me feel like I’m the only thing that matters. My hoodie is gone in a second, and I gasp as his hand moves beneath my shirt, his fingers rough and warm against my skin.
He yanks the shirt over my head, and his eyes darken as he takes me in, my breasts on display for him to admire.
“Fuck, Nia,” he rasps, lowering down until his lips are brushing over my collarbone. “You’re perfect.”
I arch against him, desperate, aching, needing more. "Please," I whisper, the word a plea.
He listens. God, does he listen.
His mouth is hot against my skin, trailing lower, leaving a path of fire down my chest, his lips closing over my nipples, sending a sensation through me unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I gasp, my fingers curling into his biceps, little bolts of pleasure shooting through me.
He releases my nipple with a pop, growling against my flesh as he continues his path down. He stops at the top of my jeans, his fingers flicking the button open, and I can barely breathe. He’s everywhere and yet I need more. I want him to consume me, even if I am terrified. I have never felt anything like this with a man, and knowing Talon will be the first is electrifying.
He slides the denim down my legs, and I shiver in the cool air. His eyes are on mine as he kisses a slow path up my inner thigh. I gasp when he reaches my panties, carefully hooking his fingers in them and lowering the material down my legs. I bitemy lip as he exposes me to him, and I can see the red-hot heat in his eyes as he looks down at me.
“You ever had this before?” he growls, running his finger up thigh, looking up at me with those intense eyes.
“No,” I whisper. “Only sex. Just plain, simple sex. Nobody has ever...touched me like this.”
“You trust me?”
I nod.
He makes a low, satisfied sound, and then his mouth is on me again, moving to my center and slowly pushing my legs wider. Then, his mouth closes over my clit and he begins to lick, each touch of his tongue is careful but relentless, exploring me with a precision that is incredibly skilled. I try not to think about how many women before me have been right where I am now.
Tonight, Talon is mine.
I try to stay quiet, to hold onto some piece of myself, but my body is arching, greedy, and I hear my own gasps and cries echoing in the room. The world narrows to the heat of his mouth, the scrape of his stubble against my skin, the way his hands grip my hips, pinning me down when I start to lose control.
I’m gasping, moaning and writhing, but he doesn’t stop, not even when my legs are shaking around him and my fingers are clawing at the blanket. The pleasure building is unlike anything I have ever experienced and before I know what’s happening, it explodes, an orgasm crushing my body with the sheer weight of it.
It is spectacular.
He slows, gentles, drawing out the last shudders with his mouth until I’m limp and breathless beneath him. The room tilts around me, and I feel like I’m floating, disconnected from everything except this moment, with him. If I could experiencethat again, a million times over, I would. Without a second thought.
Talon moves, tossing his clothes away until he is fully naked above me, his body large and covered in tattoos. Perfect and delicious. I reach out, stroking my finger down the hard ridges of his chest. God he’s fucking incredible. Muscled, dangerous, covered in beautiful colors that are so intricately etched into his skin.
He captures my hand, bringing my fingers up to his lips. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
I’ve never been beautiful before, not in a way that felt like this. I’ve been obedient, been pure, been everything I was supposed to be for everyone else. But beautiful? It feels incredible to hear those words come from someone in a way that is meaningful and true.
I tilt my face up to his, searching his eyes for something I don’t know how to name. He looks back down with a hunger that sends a shiver up my spine. I want to feel him inside me, I need to know what being with Talon is like. I need to erase every other memory of Cyrus and replace it with only him.
