Page 37 of Dance of Kings and Thieves

Controlled and deliberate, I kissed my way down the planes of his chest, his stomach, to the tip of his length until I was on my knees. Kase braced one hand against the wall, and with the other, he threaded his fingers in my hair as I kissed, licked, and drove out deep, guttural groans from his throat.

“Malin.” His voice was low and rough, like sandy grit lined his throat. His eyes closed. “Is this what you want? Any longer and I will lose the last of my control.”

I licked my lips, grinned, and rose to my feet. “Not yet, Nightrender. I’ve only begun. Now, stand here where I can look at you.”

Kase wore the look of a man on the brink. Dark eyes, a twist to his mouth, deep, ragged breaths. Still, he obeyed, standing in the center of the room, directly in the beam of cold moonlight.

The barest touch of my fingertips grazed his skin as I walked in a circle around his gloriously naked form. I traced the angry scars across his back.

“You are beautiful.” My fingers followed the sharp cuts of his muscles, his spine, the curves of his strong legs. “Do you recall when the Profetik woman said you would vow with me one day?”

Kase’s jaw was taut, but he gave a rough nod.

I rounded back to the front. “That night in the hayloft, I looked at you as you slept. I remember thinking you were the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen.”

“Malin.”

I nipped his chest. “I’m still talking, Nightrender.”

“Gods, woman.” Kase clenched his fists at his sides.

“It was then I knew I loved you. Even as a girl, the thought of being yours forever was a dream. One that kept me searching for you. You are the nightmare of some, Kase Eriksson.” I met his eyes, a palm on his face. “But you are my dream.”

Kase broke and kissed me. Rough and thorough.

“You own me,” he growled, dropping his brow to mine.

“Lie back,” I whispered. My tongue swiped out over my lips as his eyes darkened, and he slowly released his hold on my body. Kase didn’t drop his eyes until he’d scooted back on the bed to the wall.

I straddled his hips, fitting his body between my thighs. My fingertips traced the lines of his ribs.

Slow and methodically, I rocked against him.

Kase grunted and let his head fall back against the wall. “You own me, and you are trying to kill me.”

I laced my fingers with his, guiding his hands to my thighs, urging him to hold me steady as I lifted enough to align his length with my center. “Killing you is the last thing I want to do. You once told me I was worth the wait.”

“I would wait through the eternities.” He took my palm and placed it over the rapid beat of his heart. “This thing in my chestlivesfor you.”

Words choked off when I slid down onto him. Kase circled my waist in his strong arms, his breath halting in his throat. For a moment I closed my eyes, feeling every piece of him. We belonged this way, as one, as a united force.

Unbreakable.

A sob whimpered from my chest when patience broke. Kase dug his fingernails into the soft flesh of my hips and thrust his, rough and fast. I braced on his shoulders, meeting his pace, holding his gaze.

Kase knew how to be sensual and slow. He knew how to worship my body, knew how to bring me to a torturous peak through gentle strokes.

But he also knew how to destroy me in fast, desperate movements.

Hands in my hair, he crashed my mouth to his. The taste of his tongue on mine muffled my cries until I could not breathe.

I was certain the whole of the Felstad camp would hear the shouts of his name echo in the corridors. Kase laughed with a bit of wickedness and claimed his control again. He rolled me onto my back, tugging my hips, and guided my legs around his waist.

For a moment he paused, looking at me like he had never known fear. His eyes were gilded glass. Emotions hidden behind a mask of the Nightrender were exposed and raw for me.

“I love you,” he whispered and began to move at a pace that would leave me sore in the morning. I could not get enough.

All of me burned for all of him.