Free Wrath by Kaylee Song Page A

be a mess, but I didn’t care.  I turned into him and shivered as I looked into his moonlit eyes, tasting the warmth of his breath on my tongue and thrilling in the way I could suck the cool air from his lips as I leaned in. 
    We hovered there, caught in a moment, until I made a choice.  I ran my lips lightly – so lightly – across his cheek in a kiss that caused him to shudder.  A playful, wicked little grin danced across my lips, as my finger pressed to his lips, sealing them.
    I fought down a groan as he let me pull away.
    When I whispered to him, it was like a spell between us, so fragile, so easy to break. 
    “ It’s beautiful .” 
    I gazed out over the expanse and then looked back at him, my nose brushing his cheek.  He was standing there, looking down at me, oblivious to the damned river.  That was when it hit me.  This wasn’t a game to him.  We could play all I liked, but I could see the honesty in his eyes.  He was looking at me like I was all he wanted to see.
    That truth shook me to my core, tingling through my limbs like electricity.
    When he took over, I couldn’t help but obey.
    “Come here.”  He pulled me into him, his hands pressing my body to his in all the right ways.
    I’d wanted this, been waiting for it.  But somehow I wasn’t prepared for the sheer heat of him, the way he filled my vision so thoroughly.  The way those hands knew exactly where to hold. 
    I looked up into his eyes, my body shaking as his mouth came down onto mine, wetting my ride-parched lips.
    If I had wanted to protest it was too late.  If I had wanted to escape from him, my body would never follow.  He had already taken me.  My words were gone, stolen by his touch.  My body had given in, swallowed by the heat of him. 
    The firm press of his chest, the length of that rippled waist. 
    Oh my god, that waist . 
    As my hand skittered along the muscles of his torso, I groaned and buried the fingers of the other hand into his hair, drawing him closer. My tongue tangled with his, savoring the taste of mint and man.
    I lost myself in Aidan – Aidan, not Wrath - because that was who he was to me in that moment. His hand gripped my shoulders, palms running down my back, teasing my shirt up to expose my hot skin to the cool night air. When he held my waist, flesh to flesh, I groaned into his mouth and ground against him. 
    He owned me – every breath, every sigh that came from my body as I returned his feverish touch.  My hands dancing under his shirt, clasping every striation of muscle.  Tugging his shirt up and over his head, grappling with his belt while he untangled me from my own clothing.
    There was no time to look.  No time to analyze or understand.  Only the feel of him in the dark, his burning touch and my own desire dancing together in a wild dance that stole my breath.
    I couldn’t breathe if I wasn’t touching him. I couldn’t stand another second without him against me.
    I hadn’t allowed myself to feel this in years, and there was no way in the world I was going to control myself now. 
    The games were done.  The dam was broken.  It crashed through me, a torrential wave bursting free.  Aidan was the one to deliver the final blow and let it all come tumbling loose. 
    His body sliding in and out of mine released cries of pleasure I had forgotten I could utter.  His hot mouth on my shoulder, along my throat, upon my own had me grasping his hips hungrily. 
    My hands unbalanced him, and I was suddenly aware of his prosthetic.  I didn’t care.  I pushed him over onto his back and climbed atop him, bending over him slowly and licking his lower lip. 
    He reached up and took me by the hair, firm and steady, holding me to him, sealing our kiss, telling me right where he wanted me.  When he released me to breathe, I drew myself up and slid back onto his cock, looking down at him and grinning. 
    I felt like a mischievous, glorious goddess.
    I shivered deliciously as the dampness of the