DIVINATION
YA FANTASY
Set up: Taliya loves Tristan, and
Tristan loves Taliya. Everything should be peachy, right? Not so much. Burned
by her former lover, Taliya is convinced no one will ever like her again.
Especially not someone as perfect as Tristan. After about a thousand almost-kisses,
their slow burn romance comes to a head when Taliya finally gets up the courage
to confront him about it...
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“It’s not like that,” he insisted, shaking his head.
Tristan reached out and gently, gently, tucked my hair behind my ear. His hand
lingered by the side of my face, his fingers tiptoeing down my neck, thumb
tracing the outline of my jaw. I shivered with desire, entranced by his touch—
warm and soft as a midsummer’s breeze. I almost could’ve imagined it.
“Then what’s it like?”
Tristan's hands slipped behind my shoulders and pulled
me in. Forehead to forehead. The tips of our noses pressed together. His blue
eyes burning into mine; hungry— like he’d been dying of thirst for centuries
and I was the cool, lapping water that could save him. The rest of the room
faded away. The walls disappeared, as did his four-poster bed and the armoire
in the corner. There was nothing but him, me. Us. Together on the ottoman.
“It’s like this,” he whispered. He took a deep breath,
tilted my chin up, and pressed his lips to mine. Softly. Earnestly. Our lips
slightly parted, moving and melting in perfect unison. I’d been kissed plenty
of times before, but those kisses were different: wild and desperate, lustful,
with heaving chests and groping hands. This kiss was everything those weren’t.
It was more honest, somehow. Like it actually meant something. Like we were two
halves of one person, coming together at last.
His hands raked through my hair, riding the dark,
thick waves down my back, fingertips skimming my sides till they found my hips
and drew me in. I leaned into the pressure, eager to close the distance between
us. His fine, satin doublet wrung through my fingers as I pulled myself onto
his lap, as I loosed the silver buttons one by one, revealing his collarbone
and chest. He buried his face in my hair, in my neck, his breath hot and sweet,
tingling my skin as he planted tiny kisses from my ear, along my cheek, and
back to my mouth.
Yes, yes, yes! This was what I wanted.
Very intense!
ReplyDeleteGreat dialogue, even though there's not a ton, it says a lot! Wonder what they were talking about. :)
Great job!
I really like what you said during the set-up about the "almost kisses" I think that using those moments to build into a scene as firey as this one is really smart and well done. Great job!
ReplyDeleteYes, yes, yes! And this is what I wanted. Great scene!
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