Free Shatter - Sins of the Sidhe by Briana Michaels Page B

beautiful to him. Her frame was small and thin, eyes big and shining with tears she was willing back out of stubbornness or bravery he did not know. A piece of her hair had come loose from her throng and had fallen in front of her eyes and as she swiped it away he wanted nothing more than to pull her to his chest and hold her. Comfort her. Kiss her.
     
    Clearing his throat he wanted to tell her that everything would work out and that she’d be fine. But that was a lie. No honorable man would spin such a tale. He had no idea what the future held, divination was not one of his talents. She’d taken a deep breath and was trying to be stronger in front of him. He looked down at her, so steady and full of resolve, she was a vision. He did not speak. He could only act. His mouth was suddenly getting closer to hers.
     
    Closer.
     
    Closer.
     
    He could smell the sweet scent of rosemary and mint in her hair, the lavender on her skin, and feel the lightness of her breath on his lips. He never broke eye contact with her and felt like he was drowning in the greens of her eyes. He took her mouth with his – softly, lightly. She froze but he didn’t stop. The Druid reached around with one hand and massaged the back of her head, pulling her closer to him while his other hand slid around her back. She gave in almost instantly. A small moan escaped her throat and she trailed her hands through his hair and down his arms. What started as a small, sweet kiss had now sparked into a frenzy of passion. Tongues swiped to duel one another while hands reached for more to touch.
     
    On an inhale through her nose, Rowan pulled herself up onto her knees to get better leverage and ran her nails lightly down his back. The woman was like a cougar ready to have a long awaited meal. She let out another eager groan that told him not to stop. That act stirred a growl from his own throat.
     
    Devlin drank her in. Christ, the woman could kiss. She tasted as good as she looked and felt even better. It took all his self control, which was quickly dwindling, to not rip the shirt from her wee body, peel off her tight jeans, lay her back on the bed and worship her like she deserved.
     
    He broke the heated kiss on a gasp. He couldn’t breathe, for truly she was drowning his senses. She was panting herself, staring at him - hungry and eager for more. Aye, the woman was pure heat shaped like a dream. Eyebrows arched as if to dare him to come at her again, her body shook like a trembling leaf, and it was not from fear - that much he could tell. Her eyes were bright, wicked, and lusty with pupils dilated and… glowing? By Danu, the center of her eyes had shining pinpricks like the moon was trying to crack through them. Aye, the woman had magic in her. Did she not know, truly? This had to stop, now, before things went too far between them.
     
    “Apologies my lady, I dinna ken what came over me.” Not knowing what to do, Devlin left the room with the excuse of seeing if dinner was ready and she was left with her lusty slutty self to sit in a warm puddle of rejection.
     
    “No need to apologize,” she said to the now empty space on the bed.
     
    Holy luscious lips, Batman ! That was incredible. She’d never had a kiss like that. Not to say she hasn’t had her fair share of kisses in her day, but this one blew them all out of the water. What a rush. She went from sad to flames to a puddle of mush in a matter of minutes. Honestly, Rowan didn’t know what came over her. Maybe it was just the need for something good in that moment. Maybe she was being stupid. Maybe you just have to take a good thing when it comes along because it might not stay long. It didn’t matter. She just hoped it would happen again. Devlin did things to her. She felt like she would never get enough of a man like that. Leaning back on her bed with a huff, Rowan watched as one of the flower pots on the windowsill trembled and then burst into purple blooms.
 
     

     
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