Her lips parted as she looked up at him: her fair hair hung in thick wet golden ropes over her shoulders, down her back. Please let it be that she didn’t want to stop. She reached for his t-shirt next then hesitated. She reached to yank his sweater over his head, dragging it off over his hands. Her fingers were long, delicate for a warrior’s fingers, but not soft at all: her calluses scraped gently across the soft skin above the collar of his shirt and he shuddered with the effort not to lose control right then and there. Her hands rose, touched the back of his neck. Let them both take part in this colossal mistake that was all that was keeping his heart beating. He felt a moan rise in his throat and forced it back down Emma knew this was a bad idea, she was the sensible one and some part of his brain was telling him that if he could hide how much he wanted her, how much he would give up to have this, she would let it continue. She tasted of wildness, of rain, and he wondered how he could have even imagined for a split second that the faerie he had kissed had been her. And she was clutching him back, she was holding him to her, hard, giving back every part of the kiss. His hands tightened on her shoulders and he took her mouth with a hard, violent desperation that could hardly be called a kiss.Įvery muscle in his body seemed to contract at once: the kiss filled all his senses, softness, sweetness, the scent of her hair and skin, the sight of her closed eyes, the flutter of her lashes.

The sound of her voice shaping his full name - not the name she’d called him when they were children - sent something hot and dark through his veins. “Julian,” she said, exhaling his name on a breath. Her lips moved slowly - her soft, delicious lips, her mouth that he had stared at for what felt like a million years of silent, hopeless wanting. He barely recognized himself, and his voice sounded strange when he spoke, even to his own ears: “ Julian,” he said. She gazed up at him with obvious astonishment he could see his face reflected in her dark irises.

She gasped as his body collided with hers, walking her backward until her shoulders hit the wall. His hands tightened convulsively on her shoulders. 😉 The first version of this scene was in Julian’s POV, so here are all his insecure, complicated, desirous thoughts. As such they do sometimes contain typos, word repeats, etc. I usually write romantic scenes much longer than they actually are and then cut them down (it’s just how I do it) so these are the “unedited” versions. *clears throat* The most requested thing in my inbox has been the extended NSFW version of the cottage scene with Emma and Julian in Lord of Shadows.

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