3- Illiyana...
The hand slid from her belly and around her waist pulling her away from the wall. She gasped as she felt the strength in the grip. Fear, a buzz at the back of her mind.
“Join me or die.â? The voice whispered, right in front of her face now.
She felt his breath blow across her face. And instead of being filled with the fear a normal person would have felt at those words. She longed to see his face.
“Let me see you.â? She whispered. Her hands reaching up to feel for his face. Her fingers skimmed over a chin covered by hair. A beard… She felt for his lips and found them with her fingertips. “Let me see you please.â? She murmured as she let her fingers trace the planes of his face.
“Illiyana.â? He breathed. His hand pressed at the small of her back, he pulled her onto his lap. He reached one hand up and ran it over her face. He smelled of salt water and had the musky smell of a man. He placed his hand on her neck and pulled her in to kiss him. Her arms encircled his neck.