Kindred of the Fallen by Isis Rushdan

Author:Isis Rushdan [Rushdan, Isis]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, paranormal
ISBN: 9781619212893
Google: J3EVLYV64eUC
Amazon: B009R89AF2
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Published: 2013-01-08T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Serenity awoke to the peaceful sight of Cyrus, eyes closed, and her heart sang. His body and face were perfection. He had somehow grown more handsome and divine overnight. As if sleep were the sculptor, whittling away any hint of a defect, defining the curve of muscle with crisp precision, leaving a flawless god beside her.

With a feather-light touch, she grazed his cheek, down his neck, across his luscious collarbone. Even the gentle rise and fall of his chest was glorious. Her body was sore in places she never thought possible, as though she’d used new muscles, the delicious ache from passion.

After camping out in his room until hours bloomed into days, forgetting about training, making love and only breaking to eat, lusty hunger still burned, flowing through her in pulsating rivulets down to the sweet spot between her legs. She wanted to have him inside her again.

She caressed his stomach and bit the chiseled flesh of his shoulder. She swung her leg over his thigh and brushed his cock with her knee. His member jerked, and grew long, thick and stiff in response. She brushed her nose along his neck.

His warm skin smelled of cardamom and fresh baked goodness. His breathing shifted, the pace quickened. He was awake, even though his eyes were shut. She corralled her wild mane and smoothed it back.

“What are you thinking about?” she wondered.

He stretched and put his hands under his head. “Pancakes,” he said in his velvet voice.

“Pancakes?”

“I’m hungry. I love pancakes and eggs.”

Serenity sat up.

“What?” he asked, opening his eyes.

She shrugged. “It just sounds so ordinary and there’s nothing ordinary about you.”

His hand followed his gaze to the tattoo on her stomach.

She studied his face as he ran his fingers delicately over the flower as if it could really cut him. Evan had hated the tattoo and never understood what had possessed her to get it.

“Out of all the tattoos you could’ve chosen, why this one?” His thumb traced the curved lines of the petals.

“For as long as I can remember, I’ve had this design etched in my mind. I must have seen it somewhere. I love the look of it. The idea that something so fragile could also be so strong, something so beautiful could be so deadly, intrigued me. I’ve drawn it a hundred times and it never fails to captivate me. Does that sound weird?”

“Not at all. In a way, I think it fits you.” He smiled dreamily. “Are you hungry?”

She nodded and nibbled his lip, then kissed him. He pinned her beneath him and kissed her neck, up to her earlobe, and bit it gently.

“Pancakes can wait,” he whispered.

He crushed his mouth against her lips. Desire spread through her, saturating every pore. She didn’t want foreplay. All she wanted, all she craved, all she needed was him—without delay.

She rolled on top of him and sat up. He smiled, running his hands from the swell of her breasts to her stomach, and fastened his palms on her buttocks. She swiveled her hips, bringing his erection to full attention.

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