Dark Stranger Immortal (The Children of the Gods #3)(24)

“On the other hand, there is my precognition. How can I get glimpses of a future that didn’t happen yet? Or that sometimes I have the feeling that things are fated to happen in a certain way? Or the entire plethora of experiences that could not be explained? Near death visions, messages from beyond the grave… There is just too much of it to be ignored and dismissed as quackery.

Do I make any sense?”

Kian pushed up from the small side table to sit back next to her. “Yeah, you do. Amanda believes in fate, and so does my mother. Myself, I’m an old skeptic. But what I know is not to shrug off anything as impossible and conversely not to take anything on faith. There is so much misinformation out there and so little is truly known, regardless of what scientists or religious leaders would like us to believe.” His hand was back to caressing her soft cheek, his thumb swiping gently over her tempting lips. He just couldn’t stand being near her and not touching her.

Syssi leaned into his palm and placed her hand over his, holding it to her cheek. “Edna said she hoped fate would be kind to me,” she whispered. “I have to cling to that hope.” She reached with her other hand and pulled him down for a kiss.

Kian bent, twisting his torso so he could press his chest to Syssi’s, seeking as much contact as he could from his sitting position.

There was hunger—a desperation—to his kiss that went beyond the physical need relentlessly clawing at him.

He yearned to fuse their kindred souls and cleave to Syssi with the certainty that together they would form something that was better and stronger than the sum of its parts. But at the same time, he suspected that once fused, they would shatter to pieces if forced apart—no longer able to survive on their own.





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S Y S S I

A s she held Kian close, running her hands up and down his strong back, a flood of endorphins washed over Syssi, bringing about a profound sense of relief. Clinging to his warmth, inhaling his scent, feeling his familiar hands roaming over her body, she felt as if he was her home, and without him she was just drifting. Rudderless.

It scared her.

Was it just her? Or was falling in love terrifying for everyone? If Kian didn’t feel as strongly for her, she’d be crushed. But it was too late to shield her heart.

She was a goner.

Still, to let herself go with that feeling—to revel in it—required the kind of trust she believed existed only between child and parent, and sometimes not even there.

Her body, though, enraptured by the carnality of Kian’s kiss, had no problem ignoring the turmoil going on in her head. As he plundered the cavern of her mouth, retreating to nip at her lips, then plundering again, the tiny zings stoked the flames of her desire. And as he moved to the column of her throat, the gentle scrape of his fangs was so damn erotic, it pulled a ragged groan from her chest.

With need unfurling in her belly, she welcomed the familiar tightness in her breasts and the contracting and wet warming of her sex. To abandon herself to her body’s cravings felt good, uncomplicated.

Easy to fulfill.

It didn’t leave room for doubts or fears.

“I’m taking you to bed…” Kian hissed through his fangs, swiftly snaking his arms underneath her and scooping her up effortlessly.

Curling into his solid body, Syssi smiled. “What took you so long?”

Kian chuckled and dipped his head to kiss her again. “All good things come to those who wait.”

“If you say so…” Without realizing it, Syssi had spent the last two years waiting for Kian. She was done waiting, and impatient.

He carried her to his bedroom, stepping inside through the open terrace doors, and put her down on his bed. Taking his time undressing her, he kissed and caressed every inch of skin he was exposing—driving her absolutely crazy.

“Patience, my sweet girl.” He pulled her hands away from the jean button she was fumbling with. “I don’t want to rush it.” He placed her arms at her sides, then kissed her belly before tackling the same button.

Slowly, he unzipped her pants, his lips trailing kisses down her lace-covered mound, but as he stopped right above the juncture of her thighs, Syssi voiced her protest with an angry groan.

Kian lifted his head and smiled an evil, fanged smile before peeling her tight-fitting jeans all the way off her legs.

As her pants hit the floor, Kian paused for a moment to admire what he’d just unveiled, but then as his gaze climbed up to where her pink lace panties were soaked with the evidence of her desire, his eyes lit up and he sucked in a harsh breath.

With hands that trembled with his effort to keep the slow pace he was dictating, he caressed, kissed, and nipped his way up, starting at her toes and culminating at that sweet spot.

Panting with anticipation, Syssi lifted her hips to meet his lips, but Kian would have none of that. Spreading her thighs wide with his hands, he anchored them to the bed, preventing her gyrations. Blowing gently on her hot sex, he cooled it a little, taking his sweet time before finally placing his lips over her small greedy nubbin and kissing it gently through the wet lace.

Syssi was hanging on the precipice. Being held down was turning on the heat, as were his teasing lips, but it was not enough. She needed more and Kian knew it, torturing her with his soft, gentle touches.

He kept alternating between kissing and blowing air on her burning core, denying her what she desperately wanted.