A Vow So Bold and Deadly (Cursebreakers, #3)

by Brigid Kemmerer

I press a hand to his cheek. “For the good of Emberfall.” He smiles. “For the good of—” I silence him with a kiss. It’s gentle and soft and a bare press of my mouth against his, but every cooled nerve ending under my skin sparks a new flame. He makes a low sound in his throat, and then his hands land on my waist. I’m suddenly straddling his knees, my shift and dressing gown spilling down his legs. He pulls me closer, until I’m flush against him, my fingers tangling in his hair. I’m gasping, warmth gathering in my body, but the feel of his mouth on mine is so addictive that I don’t know if we’re slowing down or speeding up. Then his hand finds my thigh beneath the layers of silk, and I suck in a breath. I’m wearing nothing under these gowns, and if his fingers move another inch, that’s not going to be a secret. His mouth lands on my neck, though, and the thumb of his free hand strokes over my breast, and I shudder. But then he stops. His hands venture no farther. He’s breathing against me, his forehead against my neck. The air is suddenly full of hesitation. Uncertainty. Fear. He’s so strong and sure that it takes me by surprise. But I remember why we’ve never gone this far before. My hands disentangle from his shirt, and I wind my arms around his neck, pressing close. I brush my lips against his jaw. At first he doesn’t move, and I realize he’s withdrawing the way he always does. Protecting me. Protecting himself. From memories, from fear, from the very real threat of an e...

ok rhen that was hot