Page 66 of Bonds of Starfall

The incubus arched a brow and hummed, as if he wanted her to speak the words herself.

She spoke softly. "I’ll dance with you."

His fingers pushed between hers, and her eyes dipped to the body chain draped over his chest, hooked around his neck and waist in a soft fall of glittering diamonds. "A dance with me, doll, is one you won’t forget."

He led her onto the floor, and she let him.

The bodies and music wrapped them up in swaths of sensuality, dripping with seedy decadence. A dichotomy that should’ve been off-putting, but only made her blood burn hotter.

Cy’s hands landed on her hips, and he tugged her into his front. This close, she realized how much taller he was than her.

"Place your hands on me," he purred.

Her palms hesitantly fell to his waist. He sighed playfully, fingers encircling her left wrist as he tugged it to his shoulder.

She didn’t have any space for worry. Not with the music, not with his proximity. His body chain was cold under her fingertips as she brushed her hand over it, skimming over his lithe muscles. His groan ripped through her.

The pulsing beat of the music turned heady and sensual.

Dazed, slightly confused, Rin let her head tip back, the iced smoke not able to dispel the sweat beading on her skin this time. She was hot, burning.

She wanted him. This strange incubus with red hair and gems on his cheeks. She wanted to forget. To use Sibeth the way it was intended. For pleasure.

Sensing her sudden shift, Cy’s hands tightened, purple eyes trapping her.

His hand burrowed in her white locks, and he grabbed her face, tilting it up to his. His lips pressed upon hers with bruising force. Like two magnets, searching for the perfect spot to collide.

He tasted like berries and salt from a chaser. She was inexperienced with this—she tried to ignore the warning bells tingling in the back of her mind. Did she really want to do this? Or was she just chasing an escape?

He didn’t seem to mind her fumbling inexperience. Their dancing stopped as he held her tightly, consuming her with his lips. The tip of his tongue skimmed over the seam of her mouth, seeking entry. She parted her lips, letting him in, and he swept his tongue over hers, playfully dancing with her.

Her core throbbed, and her fingers curled against his bare chest. She needed to breathe.

Rin’s other hand tangled in Cy’s red hair, tugging, making him groan—a sound that rumbled through her body and made her nipples tighten under the silk of her dress.

His hand skimmed up, along her side, until he cupped her breast in his hand, kneading the soft swell of it. She moaned, feeling warmth bloom on her cheeks.

All too soon, he pulled away, forehead pressing into hers as he continued to softly stroke her silk-clad nipple. The crowd continued to dance, and Rin spotted others entwined among the flashing lights. They were only a pair of bodies in a sea of lives. Inconsequential.

Her breathing was heavy, lips swollen and aching. His were bitten to a deep red, glimmering with dampness as he spoke. "Let me take you away from all this noise. I want to be the only one to hear the sounds you make."

Rin nodded.

In a blur of searching hands,flushed skin, and scorching looks, Rin led the incubus back to her hotel.

"Fancy," Cy commented heatedly as the elevator doors slid shut with a soft hiss. His voice curled low and warm, filling the tight space with sensual promises. She saw her reflection in the dark glass. Her askew hair, lips bitten and swollen, eyes half-lidded. She looked like the type of girl she only saw in the movies.

Reckless and free.

If only it were that easy.

The incubus was draped over her back, pressing whisper-soft kisses to her nape as he held her white hair to the side. She shivered. The floor numbers flashed as the elevator ascended.

Until finally, it came to a swift stop at floor number thirty-seven. The doors opened, and the darkened hallway loomed.

"After you, doll." Cy’s lips skimmed the back of her neck.

Her knees threatened to give out as she led him to her door, swiping the back of her watch over the keypad to unlock it. The handle was cold under her fingers, or maybe everything was cold because she wasburning.