Page 67 of Bonds of Starfall

Inside, the tint on the large, curved window was still removed, and the neon haze of the city lights filtered in, bright flashes of fluorescence that reminded her ofForget You Not,turning the black sheets and dark walls into a sparkling mirage of radiance.

Cy walked in like he owned the place. His purple eyes took in the large expanse of the window, her small suitcase, unzipped and opened, with a few lacy bras and some of Kit’s shirts hanging out of it. Her tiny toiletry bag was sitting on the desk, next to a bottle of water and a few magazines. She was glad she hadn’t left her other Echogun out—it was tucked deep inside her bag, while the other remained on her person.

Cy lifted one of the magazines—the sleek black ammunition storage filled with Echobullets. He weighed it in his hand. "Who are you, doll? A little human, or something more? You smell human. Do you taste it, too?"

Rin licked her lips, the faint taste of berries and salt lingering there… "You’ve already tasted me. You tell me." Her voice was soft.

The magazine was set back on the desk with a soft thud. "If you think that was a taste, I feel sorry for you," he purred,walking closer. The strip of lights along the top of the wall was dimmed—she didn’t want them any brighter. She wanted to hide herself away. She tipped her head back, breath hitching as his soft hand smoothed over her cheek. "Let me show you what a real taste is like, doll." His red hair seemed to glow in the neon lights, and a strand fell over his forehead as he lowered his face to hers, nose skimming along her cheek as he breathed her in. "Let me in."

The room was quiet and still, and she found her chin dipping with a soft, tremulous nod.

He moved to kiss along the side of her neck, her jaw, her cheek, shifting to brush the length of his nose down hers, and then finally,finallypress his plush, sinfully skilled lips to hers.

She sighed into his mouth. Kissing, she could do. It made her hazy and dazed, made it easy to forget. She found she could kiss this incubus forever.

Every kiss built her up until it was too late to turn back. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to.

They stumbled to the bed, the back of her knees hitting the edge, and then, she found herself toppling backward, a soft gasp falling from her swollen lips as he hovered over her.

Something in her chest tightened.

He fit himself atop her, the delicate links of his body chain hitting her stomach as he leaned over her. His hands roamed her body with a practiced, sensual grace, slipping down the thin straps of her gown, revealing the beginning swell of her breasts, then pushing it down lower. She arched up into him, gasping against his mouth as his soft hands cupped her bare breast.

"Oh," she moaned, brows furrowing. She had never felt that before. It felt sogood…

So wrong.

The dog tag chain tangled around her neck, his hands brushing over it.

A piece of her fractured.

She wanted to forget—to feel something other than the ache in her chest.

Her pulse was frantic, thundering against her ribcage as if it wanted to break free of her body. Pleasure licked against her spine as the incubus continued to kiss her, and she had half the mind to wonder if he was feeding from her right now, but the thoughts dissolved like smoke.

Cool air kissed her navel as the silken dress pooled to her waist, Cy’s hands stroking and teasing every bit of skin he could touch.

Her hands drifted to his chest, pushing at his shirt.

He pulled away, purple eyes glowing with heat and power. "You want to take it off?"

She nodded, shy.

"Then do it," he coaxed, a sinful, decadent purr.

Rin’s hands grew bold, shoving at his shirt, letting it fall to her side amongst the rumpled sheets.

He was beautiful. A work of art. Pale, lithe muscles; the glimmer of his body chain absorbed the neon lights. His pants were slung low on his hips, and her fingers brushed the edge, nervous.

He took her hand, and with it, urged her to his belt, threading their fingers together and using her as a mere tool to unbuckle it, then pushed down his pants to reveal smooth, unmarked skin, the dangerous cut of his lower stomach, and…

He wasn’t wearing boxers.

Rin blushed.

"Are all incubi so prideful?" she couldn’t help but ask, breathless.

"Only when it comes to the pretty ones." Cy finally tugged her rumpled gown off. It tangled around her ankles, and she finished kicking it off. She wore only panties, and the lacy trim waspractically non-existent. The holster on her leg gleamed, and his hands traced the shape of it, snug against her thigh. "Oh, what’s this? Dangerous little thing, hm? Human, definitely. But the way you move… the way your eyes track a room as you enter it… I’m going to guess Hunter?" he questioned, moving to the strap of the harness. The Echogun’s safety was on, but she brushed his hands away, undoing the strap herself and carefully setting the holstered gun aside on the table by the bed.