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A Kiss Of Shadows :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"No, I don't, but if you're ever going to have everything, tonight is the night." He grabbed my other arm, pulling us both to our knees, his fingers digging in enough that I knew I'd be bruised tomorrow. That one forceful movement made my heart beat faster. "I've lived for centuries, Merry. If either of us is a child, it's you, not me." His words were fierce, and I'd never seen him like this, so forceful, so demanding.
I could have said, "You're hurting me, Roane," but I was enjoying that part, so instead I said, "You don't sound like yourself."
"I knew you held your glamour in place even when we lay together, but I never dreamed how much you were hiding." He shook me twice, hard enough that I almost told him it did hurt. "Don't hide, Merry." He kissed me then, bruising his lips against mine, forcing his mouth against mine, until if I hadn't opened my mouth he might have cut either his lips or mine on our teeth. He forced me back on the bed, and I wasn't having a good time. I liked pain, not rape.
I stopped him with a hand on his chest, pushing him away from me. He was still above me, eyes strangely fierce, but he was listening. "What are you trying to do, Roane?"
"What happened in your last duel?"
The change of subject was too fast for me. "What?"
"Your last duel, what happened?" His voice, his face was all seriousness while his naked body pressed against mine.
"I killed him."
"How?"
Somehow I knew he wasn't asking about the mechanics of the kill. "He underestimated me."
"I have never underestimated you, Merry. Don't do less for me. Don't treat me as less just because I'm not sidhe. I am a thing of faerie with not a drop of mortal blood in my veins. Do not fear for me." His voice was normal again, but there was still an undercurrent of fierceness.
I stared up into his face and saw the pride there, not a masculine pride, but the pride of the fey. I was treating him as less than fey, and he deserved better, but… "What if I hurt you without meaning to?"
"I'll heal," he said.
It made me smile because in that moment I loved him, not the kind of love that the bards sing of, but it was love all the same. "All right, but let's pick a position that puts you dominant, not me."
A thought filled his eyes. "You don't trust yourself."
"No," I said.
"Then trust me. I won't break."
"Promise? "I said.
He smiled, and kissed my forehead, gently like you'd kiss a child. "Promise."
I took him at his word.
I ended with my hands gripping the cool metal rods of the headboard.
"No, I don't, but if you're ever going to have everything, tonight is the night." He grabbed my other arm, pulling us both to our knees, his fingers digging in enough that I knew I'd be bruised tomorrow. That one forceful movement made my heart beat faster. "I've lived for centuries, Merry. If either of us is a child, it's you, not me." His words were fierce, and I'd never seen him like this, so forceful, so demanding.
I could have said, "You're hurting me, Roane," but I was enjoying that part, so instead I said, "You don't sound like yourself."
"I knew you held your glamour in place even when we lay together, but I never dreamed how much you were hiding." He shook me twice, hard enough that I almost told him it did hurt. "Don't hide, Merry." He kissed me then, bruising his lips against mine, forcing his mouth against mine, until if I hadn't opened my mouth he might have cut either his lips or mine on our teeth. He forced me back on the bed, and I wasn't having a good time. I liked pain, not rape.
I stopped him with a hand on his chest, pushing him away from me. He was still above me, eyes strangely fierce, but he was listening. "What are you trying to do, Roane?"
"What happened in your last duel?"
The change of subject was too fast for me. "What?"
"Your last duel, what happened?" His voice, his face was all seriousness while his naked body pressed against mine.
"I killed him."
"How?"
Somehow I knew he wasn't asking about the mechanics of the kill. "He underestimated me."
"I have never underestimated you, Merry. Don't do less for me. Don't treat me as less just because I'm not sidhe. I am a thing of faerie with not a drop of mortal blood in my veins. Do not fear for me." His voice was normal again, but there was still an undercurrent of fierceness.
I stared up into his face and saw the pride there, not a masculine pride, but the pride of the fey. I was treating him as less than fey, and he deserved better, but… "What if I hurt you without meaning to?"
"I'll heal," he said.
It made me smile because in that moment I loved him, not the kind of love that the bards sing of, but it was love all the same. "All right, but let's pick a position that puts you dominant, not me."
A thought filled his eyes. "You don't trust yourself."
"No," I said.
"Then trust me. I won't break."
"Promise? "I said.
He smiled, and kissed my forehead, gently like you'd kiss a child. "Promise."
I took him at his word.
I ended with my hands gripping the cool metal rods of the headboard.