novelraw Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Three
The silk of her curls tickled against his flank, hardening him in an instant. Torin inhaled a deep, controlled breath in through his nose and blew it out his mouth. No. He scolded his greedy cock. Emma needed sleep. He knew the stubbornness of the lass. The devoted woman would insist on going to the clinic as soon as the sun peeped over the horizon.
Her head rested in the curve of his shoulder. An arm and a leg draped across his body. The scent of the passion they’d shared during the night hung heavy in the room. Swallowing hard, Torin stared at the darkened ceiling, straining to shift his thoughts to somewhere other than the luscious woman lying snuggled against his side.
He couldn’t help it. Emma gave herself completely whenever they loved. She shared both body and soul. Torin connected with her in a way he’d never connected with another. Tightening his arm around her in a possessive embrace, Torin fought against the uncertainty nagging at him like a disgruntled warrior. Would he be able to convince her to come with him? Could he convince her to choose a wondrous life in another reality and leave all this dratted chaos behind?
“Are you ever going to go back to sleep?” Emma’s breath tickled across his chest as her voice echoed in the darkness.
“Did I wake ye?”
“No.” Emma burrowed closer, tightened her leg around him and tucked her arm alongside his chest. “Your breathing and heartbeat is faster when you’re awake. I woke up because I need to…well…pee.”
Torin chuckled, kissing the top of her head. The woman didn’t have the guile to hide a thing. “Then why are ye still snuggled against my side if ye need to relieve yourself?”
Her body rose and fell beneath his arm as Emma drew in a heavy sigh. “Because I don’t want to move. I feel nice and warm—and safe.”
A satisfied glow filled his body. His heart swelled so much ’twas a wonder it didn’t explode within his chest. “Ye’ll always be safe when ye’re with me, Emma. I promise I’ll never let anything harm ye.”
With a satisfied sigh, Emma kissed his side then slid out from under his arm. Rising from the plaid spread in front of the hearth, she cursed under her breath as she bumped into a table in the darkness.
Torin chuckled again. Fiery-tongued wench. Rolling to his side, he slid open the grate to stare into the orange glow of the shimmering coals. When she returned, he’d give her a gentle nudge; remind her she’d promised to listen with an open mind when he explained the mysteries awaiting her touch. They’d never be able to cross the veils to join what remained of his clan until she opened herself to the magic and together, they defeated Arach.
A disembodied glow floated across the room toward him. The halo of a flickering candle illuminated Emma’s face. “I didn’t want to run over that stupid table again and I can’t find a flashlight.” Setting the plate holding the sputtering candle on the table, Emma dropped to her knees and crawled toward him.
Torin caught his breath. His body roared to attention at the sight of Emma coming toward him on all fours. “Feel better?” His voice rasped, catching in his throat as he looked up into her face.
“Much.” Emma snuggled up against him, nuzzling into the dip of his shoulder like a kitten burrowing against its mother. “Torin?”
“Aye?” How in the hell did she expect him to be able to speak when she pressed those breasts against his side?
“How did you know where to find me?”
“Where to find you?” Torin hedged. Her hardened nipples tickled into his ribs, reminding him of their delectable sweetness when he took them in his mouth.
“When I left the clinic,” Emma prompted, tracing her fingertips along the muscles of his chest.
“I canna do this,” Torin groaned as he rolled Emma over and pinned her beneath him. Pressing his forehead against hers, he sank himself into her body. “I canna carry on a conversation when ye’re tempting me with your charms.”
Arching into him, Emma smiled into his eyes as she raked her nails down his back and pulled him deeper into the embrace of her thighs. “Then I guess we’ll talk later.” Grinding her hips hard into his, she gasped out her next instructions. “Yes—definitely—talk later. For now, just shut up and move.”