The Kiss That Saved Me (The Tidal Kiss Trilogy Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

comes towards me.
    “So are you.”  
    “You think I’m blatant?” I ask him and he smiles at me.
    “Of course. There’s no mistaking what you want, Callie. You’re headstrong.” He removes his robe and stands in the light of a hundred flickering flames, unveiling his glory to me in a brash yanking of the robe from his form.
    “I don’t think that’s true,” I comment, biting my lip as I step up onto the raised platform and towards the bed.
    “You don’t? You’re a pretty insistent little thing in bed,” he quirks a smile and one breaks across my lips unwillingly.
    “You don’t seem to mind.”
    “I relish your demands, Miss Pierce,” he purrs, eyes set on me like a jungle cat readying himself to take down his prey. I roll back the white fleece of my robe from my shoulders and let it fall, pooling thickly at my feet. I watch Orion move swiftly around the bed, as though my barren flesh has called to him, as though the space between us is painful.
    “You’re pretty demanding yourself,” I mutter as he reaches me and pulls me toward him, yanking my head back with one hand and pulling one of my knees to his hip with the other. I break the kiss, looking into his frenzied expression. I know I’ve been flirting, but I can’t help myself. I know he needs to talk, scream, maybe have a good cry. I’m so conflicted in this moment between what I want and I what I know he needs I can’t help but sigh, “Orion I…”
    “Shh,” he places a finger to my lips and looks at me with a ferocity I had thought reserved for feral beasts.
    “But…” I begin and he kisses me again, shoving his hands into my hair, yanking my waist forward, and clutching at my back. I break away, gasping, my lips red and tender.
    “I…” I begin again but he pulls me in closer.
    “I need this. Here. Now. Just let me love you, Princess. Please.” He pleads with me in a guttural breathless torrent of truncated longing. He traces a finger up my bare spine. I shiver and relinquish, giving into my selfish desires. He pulls me down to the bed with him and takes me, aggressively and without mercy, into a place of thoughtless, submissive ecstasy on top of blatant, bloody, scarlet sheets.

    ORION

    I lay next to her and watch her, sleeping soundlessly. She’s been doing that a lot lately. Sleeping. I wonder why. Is it because she’s noticed I’m impenetrable? I wonder when I became like this, so desperately hungry and yet empty… I wonder if it was because I had waited such an eternity for her to arrive, that the dam of unrequited passion had finally burst and had taken my sweet sensibility with it. Her lips match the sheets, scarlet and raw after my possession of them. She stirs beneath, alabaster skin paler than ever by contrast to the ‘blatant’ folds. Had I thought about the colour of the sheets when I’d designed this room? Probably not, but it seems now to be fitting, fitting that I’m devouring her one limb at a time atop them… fitting that she looks so fragile, so porcelain, lying out naked against them. I rise out of the bed, leaving her alone under the soft fusion of moon and candle light and sweeping my robe off the floor. The pockets are heavy. Maybe that’s what’s really weighing on my mind. I step across the soft rugs that I had picked to warm her cold feet, they’re always so damn cold.  
    I stand in front of the motion activated doors to the walk in closet I had installed for her shoes and clothes… she had mentioned something about loving shoes and clothes once, I suppose that’s a female thing. Whatever she wears, she looks beautiful, but I know she looks most beautiful when she’s wearing nothing but a smile. I grin foolishly. The closet stretches out and the doors sweep together behind me, reconstituting the appearance of the rock face. I turn a sharp right and move into the depths of the space, pulling a pair of jeans over my ass and a white shirt over my shoulders, after dumping my heavy robe onto