Free Lords Of The Dark Fall - Fabian by C A Nicks Page B

he felt. Already too far down the road to turn back but wondering anxiously where it would lead. “Are we foolish to do this?” she asked.
    “Utterly. If I can’t kiss your lips, I will have to find other places. Tell me, where do you like to be kissed?”
    “Here.” Tig angled her neck without breaking stride, her voice more breath than word. “Men don’t normally bother to ask.”
    “On this occasion, I wish to give as well as take pleasure. Make me come,” he whispered against the fragrant skin of her neck. “It will slow me down.”
    “Only if you say please.”
    “You wish me to beg?” He slipped open one of her shirt buttons, swept back her hair, the better to access the sensitive skin where neck curved into shoulder. Tig squirmed under his seeking lips. He latched on and sucked, harder than was comfortable. Easing off when she protested and tried to push him away. He held her, easily, his good arm curved firmly about her waist.
    “Don’t mark me. I’ll never be able to explain it.”
    A pink circle glowed against Tig’s tanned skin. Fabian reined back the primitive urge to mark her where everyone would see. Sex usually involved politics of one kind or another, but they were here for comfort, not to stake personal claims, no matter how much he wanted to.
    “Just a kiss then,” he conceded and slipped open another button, then another. Beneath the silky fabric of her undergarment, her breasts were loose, outlined by the thin cloth, the hardened peaks of her nipples clearly visible. The sight of them, her hand working its insistent magic on him, made it difficult to breathe. He sucked in a shaky breath and bent his head to wet the fabric with his tongue. Tig made a small, whimpering sound and yanked at the fastenings of his pants.
    “Let me lock the door,” she whispered. “And then come upstairs with me.”
    Reluctantly, he let her go, still feeling the imprint of her hand on him.
    “I wish I had use of both arms. I would have swept you from your feet and carried you to bed.”
    Tig smiled, slowly, seductively. “It would have been a first.” She threw the bolt and then crossed the room to the stairs. “Let’s do this before I come to my senses and realise what a fool I am.”
    She waited for him, needing the reassurance only he could give. Halfway up the stairs, she leaned back, pressing herself against him, urging him without words to wrap her in his arms and touch her through the frustrating barrier of her clothes.
    “I’m afraid I’m doing this just to spite Hal.”
    “It’s a possibility.” Fabian kept up his relentless torture, dipping a hand between her legs, stroking, coaxing.
    “Do you want me just because he does? Is that why you offered this?”
    “You talk too much. Let me take you to bed.”
    Tig sighed deeply. A sound of pleasure and resignation. “Come.”
    In the bedroom, they faced each other, Tig suddenly a little shy as he threw off his shirt and flexed his powerful shoulders. He knew his worth, on the battlefield and in the bedroom. Still had his prowess, if not his immortality. Tig would get the best he could give.
    “Undress for me.”
    “If you will.”
    “Of course,” he said, pulling slowly at the lacings fastening his pants. Tig picked up his rhythm, flowing with him in the slow reveal. She’d seen him, but he’d only seen promises of her. An unfamiliar pang squeezed his heart when he glanced up and saw her naked for the first time. Her expression held more than the usual woman’s anxieties about her body. Tig looked almost ashamed.
    “I’m not much to look at. You must be used to better than this.”
    He stepped from the pants, his erection full and ready. “You need a little more flesh on your bones, that is true. But you are nicely made and have an attraction that goes beyond the physical. I can see full-well why Hal is obsessed with you. I will praise your beauty, if you wish. It is part of the ritual.”
    “No.” Tig’s skin bloomed with a