“Handsome?” he asked, cutting in.
Her lips pursed. “That’s not—”
“Delectable?” he continued, slowly advancing towards her.
She opened her mouth, but he cut her off again.
“A marvel to behold?”
The surprise and glare in her features dropped, and she looked as though she would laugh.
“Sexy and domine—”
“Clean,” she finally interjected. “I was going to say clean.”
He smirked down at her, holding the towel between his hands behind his neck as his chin rose. “Would you like to feel it?”
“I imagine it feels like the skin of a toad.”
The right corner of his lips twisted higher, and he could feel a darkness taking over his gaze. The way she'd been staring at him all day combined with the freedom he felt now pulsing through his veins.
He wanted her.
He wanted her right then.
He could practically taste her on his lips as his eyes wandered over her body.
“Do you know what I would love to do now that I can feel the wind on my cheeks again?” he asked.
“I don’t.”
His shoulders flexed, and he leaned down over her, nose brushing her cheek. “I’d love to feel your thighs tighten around them while I suck on your—”
She shoved his bent head playfully, eyes rolling. "You couldn't handle my thighs around your face," she dared. "You'd suffocate."
"You make it sound like I'm not willing to make that sacrifice," he replied. "If that's how I am taken out of this world, I will die a happy man. That’s a much more a noble death than dying at the end of some stranger's noose."
He watched her fight a smile, her eyes dart wholly over him, so deliberate he had to swallow. And then she shook her head. "Your sister wanted me to inform you dinner would be soon," she said. "Apparently, they have a great gathering family dinner like the Venari do."
"I'll be down when I'm dressed."
Reverie's arms hugged over her chest, and she gave him another full once over. "See you there," and she started to turn on her heel.
But Dorian's heart skipped at the look she'd given him, and before he realized what he was doing, he stepped forward and grabbed her arm. Whirling her back around. Her torso slammed against his, and he captured her lips before she could utter a word.
He could feel the surprise in her tense body as he curled a hand around her neck… Until the fright faded, and her lips opened to his.
His heart skipped, stomach dropping, and suddenly he was desperate for her. The taste of her tongue against his made his muscles ache. Her hands grasped to his cheeks, and he devoured her as though her lips would save him from death. She tasted of vanilla spices and his favorite pastries from his childhood.
She tasted like home.
And he couldn’t get enough of her.
His heart ached for the bliss of her lips upon his. He didn’t know where to touch her first. He wanted his hands all over her at once. The sensation of her fingers curling in his hair caused a moan to emit from his throat.
He grabbed to the back of her head, other hand daring to wrap around her backside and between her cheeks, squeezing her ass in his hand, not realizing he was walking her backward until he felt her pin against the wall. Her leg bent around his waist, and he groaned at her opening up to him.
Hands on her cheeks, his hips rocked into hers, his length already hardening at the grasp of her. Her fingers trailed down his sides to his abs, and the towel around his waist fell to the ground. His fist slammed into the wall by her head when her thumb brushed the tip of his cock.
