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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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“Would you really let the little fey touch you?” Frost asked.
Doyle looked at his friend. “Yes, if it was necessary.”
“How can you let those things touch you?”
“How can I ask of the princess what I would not give myself?” Doyle said.
Frost bent his head, eyes closed. He took in a lot of air, as if he were trying to get enough breath for some long, deep dive. His breath came out in a shaky rush. He opened his eyes, and they were raw with emotion, like grey wounds. “I would never ask of you a thing that I would not do myself, Meredith. I am sorry.”
I touched his arm, and this time he didn’t pull away. I leaned into him, and offered my face up for a kiss. There was enough height difference that if he didn’t bend down to kiss me, I couldn’t make him. Not without a chair to stand on. But I didn’t have to get a chair.
Frost met me halfway, bending down, his hands on my arms, steadying me on my tiptoes. We kissed. I meant it to be a chaste kiss, a “good-bye for the night” kiss, but he had other ideas.
His lips pressed against mine, hard, fierce. His tongue pushed at my mouth, and I opened to him, let him slide inside my mouth. His breath shuddered inside my mouth, as if he were breathing me in, and he crushed me against him. He lifted me off my feet and wrapped me around him. He fed at my mouth with tongue and teeth and lips, until I made small sounds at the force of his mouth, the near painful grip of his arms and hands. I melted against him; when he drew back from the kiss, I was light-headed, and tried to keep the kiss going. I’d forgotten where we were, what I was supposed to be doing. I forgot myself as I had at the press conference. I forgot everything but the taste of his mouth, the feel of his body. I forgot everything but Frost’s kiss.
He drew away from me while I fought to kiss him again. I was making small, protesting noises as he tried to slide me down his body and set me on the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and refused to be set down.
“Meredith, Meredith.” I think Doyle’s deep voice had been talking to me for a while. I finally looked at him. He smiled and shook his head. “He has to go now, we both do.”
I looked back to Frost, who had finally wrapped his arms back around me when I wouldn’t let him drop me. He looked terribly pleased with himself. “Now I can leave you to others.”
I shook my head, because what I wanted to say was don’t leave, but I couldn’t. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Galen, but… Frost seemed to always be able to make me want him.
“Would you really let the little fey touch you?” Frost asked.
Doyle looked at his friend. “Yes, if it was necessary.”
“How can you let those things touch you?”
“How can I ask of the princess what I would not give myself?” Doyle said.
Frost bent his head, eyes closed. He took in a lot of air, as if he were trying to get enough breath for some long, deep dive. His breath came out in a shaky rush. He opened his eyes, and they were raw with emotion, like grey wounds. “I would never ask of you a thing that I would not do myself, Meredith. I am sorry.”
I touched his arm, and this time he didn’t pull away. I leaned into him, and offered my face up for a kiss. There was enough height difference that if he didn’t bend down to kiss me, I couldn’t make him. Not without a chair to stand on. But I didn’t have to get a chair.
Frost met me halfway, bending down, his hands on my arms, steadying me on my tiptoes. We kissed. I meant it to be a chaste kiss, a “good-bye for the night” kiss, but he had other ideas.
His lips pressed against mine, hard, fierce. His tongue pushed at my mouth, and I opened to him, let him slide inside my mouth. His breath shuddered inside my mouth, as if he were breathing me in, and he crushed me against him. He lifted me off my feet and wrapped me around him. He fed at my mouth with tongue and teeth and lips, until I made small sounds at the force of his mouth, the near painful grip of his arms and hands. I melted against him; when he drew back from the kiss, I was light-headed, and tried to keep the kiss going. I’d forgotten where we were, what I was supposed to be doing. I forgot myself as I had at the press conference. I forgot everything but the taste of his mouth, the feel of his body. I forgot everything but Frost’s kiss.
He drew away from me while I fought to kiss him again. I was making small, protesting noises as he tried to slide me down his body and set me on the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and refused to be set down.
“Meredith, Meredith.” I think Doyle’s deep voice had been talking to me for a while. I finally looked at him. He smiled and shook his head. “He has to go now, we both do.”
I looked back to Frost, who had finally wrapped his arms back around me when I wouldn’t let him drop me. He looked terribly pleased with himself. “Now I can leave you to others.”
I shook my head, because what I wanted to say was don’t leave, but I couldn’t. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Galen, but… Frost seemed to always be able to make me want him.