Page 34 of Vicious Impulses (The Capo and Ballerina)
I pull back enough for a look into his eyes.
It’s the first time I’m doing so directly. So up close and intently.
They’re gray, but not just any shade of gray, a deep, smoky gray that clouds with different emotions at any given moment. Darker when he’s furious, and predatory when he’s got an appetite for violence. Wolfish in shape and intensity. Intimidating and mystifying all at once.
I lick my lips and blink as if to break the spell I’ve found myself in.
Yet I’m only drawn deeper into him. I forget to intake a breath, my arms loosening from around his neck and hands slipping down to his hard, ironlike chest.
He’s as locked into my gaze as I am to his. He refuses to break it, holding me up several feet off the ground as if it’s no bother at all. His arms are securely locked under my backside and won’t be letting go anytime soon.
My brows knit and my heart flips and I do what feels natural in the moment. I lean in and press my lips to his.
It starts off as a simple kiss. A quick exploration that I’ve taken on a whim and brush of the lips that’s supposed to be short-lived.
But I should’ve known better.
Caelian grunts and digs his fingers into my hair and kisses me harder. Heat crackles around us as if a spark has been lit by a match.
I melt into him without even understanding what’s happening. My fingers curl against his chest and grip at the nape of his neck as he devours my mouth. His tongue slides over my lips and pushes its way inside where he flicks his to mine.
The next throaty sound that fills the air belongs to me. I moan as his tongue massages mine and makes my brown skin break out in a hot flush. I’ve never been kissed with so much passion, and I don’t know how to handle it. I’m breathless and clinging to him. My heartbeat’s an echoing drum in my ears.
He brings me up against the wall without ever breaking our kiss, his hand sliding up my hip and then down, gripping my thighs.
Caelian kisses me like he’s expressing something his words never can.
My brain’s too foggy to figure out what.
His lips leave mine and travel to my throat. I pant his name and tilt my head to the side, shuddering at the warm feel of his lips on a sensitive spot I didn’t even realize I had.
My reactions seem to drive him crazier. He grunts and squeezes my thighs, licking and sucking my throat. His dominant, powerful hands leaving imprints in my skin.
An urge I’ve never known blossoms inside me. It’s as passionate as Caelian’s kisses, as hot as his touch, burning me up in a way I didn’t know was possible.
I’m a goner, pinned against the wall, so flushed I’ve forgotten my name.
…until he grinds into me and I feel the huge erection poking at my stomach.
The hot feelings vanish. My panting and flushed skin too.
Flashbacks of our wedding night strike me like an unexpected bolt of lightning. I squirm and shove at his chest.
“Nevaeh—”
“Put me down!”
It takes a second for him to listen. As the panic swells in my voice, he seems to realize it’s better if he does. His hands release me by my thighs, and I stumble upon landing.
We catch our breath in uncertain silence.
“Thank you,” I mutter, patting down my hair. “I’m sure the dance studio will be great. I… I appreciate it.”
His features harden, his agitation clear. “You’re upset again. What is it now?”
“Excuse me,” I say before he can cut in. I duck out from under him and make my escape.
Maybe not to the world outside… but to the bedroom I’m staying in.