“I don’t believe any of your bullshit,” he said, glaring.
She made a shrugging motion, even if her shoulders didn't have anywhere to move with him holding her down. “If you don’t think you love me, kiss me.”
His eyes widened.
Where the hell did that idea come from? Maybe it was because of all the fairy tales about a true love’s kiss breaking a spell. Or maybe it was because if she going to die, she wanted one last kiss. Either way, it was all she could think about now.
He regarded her curiously. “So, this story of yours… if I kiss you, and feel nothing, then I’ll know you’re a liar.”
“I guess.” She licked her lips. “Unless you’re scared to.”
He smirked, his expression so familiar it twisted her heart. “All right.”
Without releasing her wrists, he shifted, sliding lower. He was so much larger, he surrounded every inch of her with his huge body. Everything inside of her warmed, aching for his kiss, aching for his closeness.
His mouth moved closer. His head tilted, and he caught her lips.
For one powerful moment, time stood still. Fire blazed between them, and the kiss grew deeper and deeper. His mouth softened over hers as their tongues tangled in the age-old dance.
She moaned and arched against him.
His cock hardened and he settled lower over her, grinding between her thighs.
Her head spun. She tried to get her hands free, to touch him, but his grip only tightened.
In her mind, she wanted this to be like the times he was rough with her. Where he did exactly what he wanted with her body—exactly what she wanted him to do.
Unfortunately, his grip was not that of a lover. This angel might be enjoying her kiss, but he still planned to kill her.
The realization crawled in the back of her mind like a serpent, curling around her thoughts, and spoiling their kiss. He moved her wrists so they were held by only one of his hands.
She tensed, knowing what was to come.
Tossing her head, she broke their kiss. He clenched a flaming sword over her head, ready to take her life.
He was breathing hard. “That was… nice. But it changes nothing.”
She nodded.
The sword came down, and she jerked her body with all her might.
Her hands broke free. His sword plunged into the earth, where her throat had been just seconds before. She rolled him, so that he was beneath her, and called her own soul-blade forth. Instantly, it was in her free-hand, near his throat.
“Do it,” he hissed.
She stared down at him. Could she really kill him?
No. I can’t.
So what could she do?
Her hand squeezed around the little vial in her hand, and she froze. The Immortal had said it could heal. Could it heal Daniel? And could she really use it for the man she loved instead of his wife?
I can always get more.
It was a struggle to pull the cork with one hand, but she never took her gaze from his. She had no idea what this water would do. If it didn’t work, she had no idea what her next step would be.
She couldn’t kill Daniel, but she couldn’t let him kill her.
When the cork popped free, she took a deep breath, and moved it to his lips. “Drink.”
He frowned as she poured the water into his mouth, and then, he spit it out. The liquid dripped over his face, and over her.
“You idiot!” she said. “You fucking idiot!”
That was her only plan to bring him back, to restore his memories, and he’d just destroyed their only chance.
“Kill me!” he growled.
She sent her soul-blade away. “No, I love you.”
In an instant, she was tossed back. She turned, trying to crawl away from him. She just needed enough space to clear her thoughts enough to teleport, but he was on her in an instant, pinning her to the ground.
It was hard to breathe beneath him. He pinned her arms above her head, yet again, and his weight kept her belly firmly on the ground.
“What now?” she asked.
He said nothing. She felt him shivering and jerking behind her. But he had her pinned so heavily that she couldn’t even turn to see what he planned.
And then, he moved both of her wrists into one of his hands once again. She knew this time he wouldn’t fail. He’d kill her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Closing her eyes, she was surprised when she felt his hand move onto her hip and slide between her belly and the ground. He shifted slightly so that he wasn’t pinning her as flatly, and then his hand dipped into the front of her pants.
Every muscle in her body tensed. “Daniel.”
“Oh fuck, Surcy,” he whispered. “I died. I thought I lost you.”
She was breathing hard. His hand moved into her underwear, and his fingers slid into her folds, stroking her slowly. “You—remember.”
“Everything,” he groaned. “And now, I need to bury myself inside of you.”
To feel close again. To forget everything but this moment.
“Yes,” she moaned, grinding against his hand.
The silence of the woods seemed to wrap around them, to protect them from the world, if only for a short time.
His thumb brushed her clit, and she gasped. He continued to slide slowly inside her, deepening her arousal, making her ready for him. And it felt…unreal, yet perfect. Exactly what she needed. Not just sex, but to connect with him again.
Her nerves cried out in pleasure as he touched her faster. And then, one of his fingers slid deep into her channel.
She couldn’t breathe. Oh god, she couldn’t think. She’d never wanted anyone inside her more than she wanted him that moment.
It made it so easy to forget. So easy to live
