There is a longing whimper in Kensa’s throat when Brigade returns the kiss and his teeth capture her lip. He feels familiar and exciting, beauty and danger mingled seductively. When he releases her and his lips pass over her jaw, seek the warm tender pulse at her throat her eyes flutter open. His last words are still fresh in her mind. Maybe what she says next is selfish too, but it doesn’t feel it. The admission is painful, like stripping herself down before him and waiting for a blow.
“You already have it.”
Kensa does not say the words sadly or desperately, but with her battered heart behind them entirely. Then she presses herself into his chest and accepts whatever will come of him knowing this truth that like all the others wants to be a danger to both of them. It does not eclipse other loves as she had expected it to, but becomes something all its own and she does not try to look at it too long...Not when his teeth are grazing her shoulder, reaching back along the curve of her spine and sending a shiver through to the ends of every nerve.
Her lips press against the perfect curve of his merlot neck. He will be finished with her after this, and so she will make her love for him the torment she deserves by consummating what she feels and being cast aside. It is all the justice she can give to him. Her teeth catch at his mane above his withers, tugging him as close as she can. Then her kisses blaze over his broad shoulder, each hungrier than the last.
Breathless she presses her cheek to his neck, breathing in the warmth of his scent and making one last decision. A toss of her head pulls Kensa back from him, just enough, just enough to turn her face in toward his to let him see she means this.
“I love you, Brigade."
