Page 111 of Heir of Broken Souls

Biting my lip to stop myself from smiling, a thrill races through my body at the direction Knox is taking this.

A shadowed hand appears before my face so suddenly I instinctively rear back, and I’m grateful a pillow is behind me.

“Shh,” Knox whispers, as the hand comes down to gently stroke my cheek. “It’s okay, Angel. I’ll make you feel good.”

My chest heaves as the hand ever so softly slides down my neck and stops between my breasts. Another shadowed hand appears a moment later, and then they move in sync when they wrap around my linen shirt andpull.

Buttons fly throughout the room.

They ping off the floor, the walls, the objects in the cabin as my breasts spring free. The shadows discard my shirt, ripped to pieces, beside me, then pin me down.

“Much better,” he purrs.

One of the shadow hands disappears but I can’t focus on that, not when the one still remaining slides across to my right breast.

The touch is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The power in his magic sends such warmth through my body I flush, my skin ignited with heat, and yet I’m covered in goosebumps.

“Such a gorgeous angel.”

“Stop teasing me,” I huff, half-assed.

“You don’t really want that, though, do you?” His smirk turns feline. “Not when I can do this.”

The hand stops teasing my nipple and moves farther south, over my belly and between my thighs. Suddenly, air magic dances across the spot between my thighs, making me jolt in surprise and leaving the sensitive area pulsing.

A groan of frustration escapes my lips as he pulls back.

But he’s not entirely unaffected either. Even now, a muscle feathers in his jaw and his hands clench into fists, as if it’s taking all his willpower not to come to me. That’s not even to mention the large tent in his trousers.

In a teasing sultry voice, I repeat the words he spoke earlier. “See something you like?”

“Everything,” he growls. Shadows explode from his back, his power releasing throughout the room.

Now I smirk. “I know you want to touch me.”

“Desperately.” The words burst out of him seemingly without his permission.

“Then touch me, Knox.”

He rubs a hand down his face before inhaling sharply. “Not yet.”

“Why?” I can’t help myself—the words come out as a whine.

“Because you haven’t begged yet.”

His words are followed by shadows, so many hands made of shadows that all descend on me at once. Touching my nipples, stroking the spot between my thighs, caressing and tweaking and teasing. The sensation is overwhelming, and the familiar heady feeling of an orgasm begins to build inside me. Climbing to a familiar height, trekking up to a cliff that I always tumble over with Knox.

Until I’m not anymore. Knox withdrawals the shadows as quickly as they arrived.

My eyes snap open wide to his grinning, mischievous face. “Want something back, my love?”

“You know what I want.”

He pushes off his chair and crawls over me on the bed, the shirt he was wearing now long forgotten, his bare chest and the hard ridges of his muscles twinkling under the glow of the candles.

He stops a hair’s breadth away from my lips. “Tell me and it’s yours.”

Knox’s eyes take on a knowing glint as he puts all his weight onto one hand and cups my cheek with the other, tipping my chin up slowly. He brushes his lips against my own, teasing me further.