Chapter 41

• The world around them vanished into nothingness yet it made more sense with her melting into his grip. She had forgotten how something stupid could feel so right. From the moment she woke up to his fingers in her hair, she knew there was a shift. Wildlings, soul harvesters, redheads, nightmares and daunting secrets were the last of her worries when he ripped his clothes off in front of her. Then she had spied on him from the window as he hunted down that poor deer. There was something outrageously sexy about the way he had walked in, covered in dirt and blood. He screamed of dominance and desire.
• Just for a moment she wanted to forget the reality of both their worlds. The pain, strife and disaster coming for it. The feeling of doom she felt lately was constant with each aching hour. She wanted no more of it. Only him. She didn’t have to love or trust a man to demand pleasure from him. And oh, how he delivered, she moaned mindlessly into his exquisite mouth.
• His grip around her neck made her weak in her knees. He kept taking small, long bites of her lips and licking them with his tongue. She had never felt scarred and worshipped all at once. She wanted to give him some type of pleasure as he gave her. She raised her hands towards his torso and made contact with his warm, strong body. He stiffened under her touch, she felt him struggle with a feeling she didn’t understand.