Page 29 of A Broken Promise (the Freckled Fate #1)

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I ran my fingers down his strong, muscled back. There were so many scars. I never noticed those scars before. I pressed my fingers deeper into his sun-kissed skin, massaging my way up. He released a soft groan and I bit on my lip, my insides melting at the sound. I raised my eyes to the back of his head. The dark brown hair was perfectly cut on the sides, thick and slightly ruffled on the top. I stiffened at the need to run my fingers through his hair, to lower my lips down to his now exposed strong back. Oh gods, and that smell of him. The scent of the fresh pine and smoke. So familiar, so beckoning. Gods, to hell with them all. I should let go of the restraints that I had been holding onto forever. Forget it all, for a small taste of him. I tucked my loose, long strand of hair behind my ear as I inched closer, until my lips were just a breath away from the curve of his neck. My hands paused as I lowered my lips, gently caressing them against his warm skin, one and then another and another. Our breathing heavily intertwined, bodies heating up with undeniable desire.

“Finn...” That voice …his voice.

I silently gasped, waking up completely disturbed, desperate for air. My eyes were wide open. Dawn was creeping in through the window .

I immediately sat up, my breathing uneven, my body still shaking at the voice of the Destroyer General echoing deep in my mind.

His voice.

My name.

Finn.

I rubbed my face with both of my hands. A twisted and cruel nightmare. I forced my thoughts to look for a reason, an explanation to the twisted way my conscience turned on me.

“It’s a stupid dream. This is what I get for making a murder list and finding release the same night,” I said out loud, trying to sound convincing.

Yet the lingering feeling of his voice, his scent, the taste of his skin on my lips sent my body into complete overdrive.

“Hell. This is an utter piece of hell,” I muttered to myself as I washed my face in the cold water. The cold water on my face was of no help to my frenzied body. Fine, cold bath it is, then.

If these dreams don’t stop, I am going to have to knock myself out with one of Priya's potions, I decided.