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Page 83 of Luna's Forgotten Vow

But in those moments when Ronan aimed to snap Seraphina's neck, I saw his eyes. The panic. Such absolute despair. A plea to the Goddess. The universe. Anyone who listened. The plea he hadn't even realized he spoke to Ronan, twice.

And I knew I had to do something.

I was rusty and angry, driven by too many emotions. I punctured his heart and twisted it before I could think things through.

And now, years later I have still not recovered from it. Perhaps I never will.

My hips sway to the booming music, loud enough to drown out my own thoughts. Hands touch me. Women. Men. I grind hard, sensually, dancing until I hurt, until the room spins.

Hot hands grab at my waist and I am pressed against a tall, hard back. Lips move against my right ear causing me to shiver. "You're a handful, Trisha."

I recognize the businessman's voice and I relax, feeling that odd sense of peace wash over me again. I roll my hips against his torso, raising my hands and rolling around on him until we're face to face. He's a couple of heads taller and his gaze blazes with both dislike and desire. Like he can't decide if he wants me or wants to ditch me. "You like?"

His nostrils flare again and his teal eyes darken. "More than I'll ever care to admit."

I dance around him, running my hands along his shoulder, down his broad, muscular back. Feeling wild and drunk and silly, I cup his ass. "What is your name?"

He whirls, catching my wrist and pulling me into him. "Jericho."

Our bodies press flush together, and when we come apart, we meet again with a frantic, uncontrollable need to...feel. He watches me under hooded eyes. He watches me throw my hands in the air. He watches the lines and curve of my body. He likes it, but it disturbs him that it does.

The pull is instant.

The tension is a burning pressure under my skin.

I might have moved first. He might have.

His lips hover above mine. He smells like strong cologne. "I can't..." His fingers clamp on the back of my neck, gentler than I've ever been held by anyone but my cousins. It does something to me, unravels me faster than thread on a spindle. "Stay away."

Then, he kisses me. Softly. Like I am something fragile to be wrapped in bubbles and shawls. Like I am the human and weaker breed in this situation.

It startles me.It...heals me.