“You should see how you’re looking right now,” he says with satisfaction, massaging his fingers over my skin.
“How am I looking?” I manage to ask. I don’t know how I’m looking, but I know I don’t like how I feel right now. I can’t even think clearly to formulate a proper question.
His amused smile fades, and now the look on his face is doing something in my lower belly, something that’s been there since the very start of this Matleon drama, which I’ve been successfully avoiding until now. Now it’s beating like another heart, right where his hardness presses against me.
“Beautiful,” he breathes. “Like an angel.” My heart skips a few mad beats. “Expanded black in cold blue, red everywhere,”he mutters, his eyes roaming over my face as if admiring something… “myangel.”
His hand presses harder on my cheek, and that’s the only warning I get before Matleon’s lips crash onto mine. Everything goes blank. My eyes are open, but I’m unable to see anything, think anything. I don’t know how to kiss. All I can do is let him have what he wants. My mind screams at me, every rational thought shouting in protest, but he’s drowning them out, I can’t hear a single one. Once again, Matleon has claimed my primary thoughts.
My eyes drop, my lids feel impossibly heavy. My lips relax under his pressure as he sucks them, grazing them with his teeth. He tries to push his tongue inside my mouth, and I can’t stop him. When his tongue meets mine, I feel another surge of the same overwhelming sensation that’s making me lose my mind.
Matleon
Fuck.
She tastes like honeyed coconut. I don’t even know if such a thing exists, and I give zero shits if it doesn’t.
I knew it, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself after a single taste of her mouth, and I knew it perfectly well.With every passing second, I want more, want all of her.
I push my tongue into her sweet mouth. Her trembling tongue meets mine, and now I’m trembling. I’m fucking trembling like a teenager getting his first kiss. I groan, sucking her lips as if they might start releasing the honey they taste like. I press her mouth harder against mine.She wants this. No matter how much she denies it, she wants this. Otherwise, shewould have pushed me away. I release her wrists the moment my lips meet hers. Now I need both hands to press her into me. I’d prefer merging her into me, but that’s impossible.
Her lack of protest is burning inside me like an uncontrolled fire. My lungs burn with it. I’m not breathing. I’m not able to breathe, but it’s fine, I won’t die in the next ten minutes.
I suck on her lower lip, the fuller one. She bites my upper one, andI lose it completely. My head feels like it might explode. She is responding. But it’s a slip, she’s pushing me now. I let her go, my eyes landing on her lips, swollen and bright red.
I stop myself from taking them again between my teeth, they look so fucking delicious. Then I see her eyes, confused, yet hooded with angelic arousal. They aren’t even fully open. The ocean blue is still suffocating behind her diluted pupils. I love that color in her eyes, and I love it even more when it’s barely visible.
“Your eyes are screamingfuck me, Angel,” I mutter.
“You’re not an angel,” she murmurs.
Her brain is still struggling to process things clearly. I understand her state perfectly because mine is only slightly better.
“I’m not, you are the angel,” I smile. “My Angel.”
She blinks a few times before getting up from my lap. The sight of my hard dick pressing against my pants is outright glorious now that she isn’t sitting there. The pressure aches, threatening to tear the fabric. I adjust it into a more comfortable position. She watches me do so, lips parted. I chuckle, she looks away. She’s still looking lost, and I’m loving this look far too much.
“So now that we’ve kissed, we could easily get married,” I say, leaning back, palms resting on the bed behind me.
She looks at me with that cute frown again. “With this logic, you must have married every woman you kissed before.”
I laugh.
chapter 16
Iselyn
I think kissing does change something. Like now, I’m finding him handsome when he laughs, his head tilted back, his throat flexing. He is looking…hot.
I gulp, looking away. What’s wrong with me? I can’t find Matleon hot. This must be some aftereffect of kissing. My mind is still not clear, and every time I recall that moment, it spins. I don’t even know how I’m able to stand still.
“I never kissed any other woman.”
My head snaps back at him.How’s that possible?
“Why?” Damn me. Another question showing my interest in him. No. I just want to know. It’s simple curiosity, anyone could have it, right?
He smirks. “Two reasons. First, I’ve got high standards. It takes an angel from heaven to make me feel attraction, and my Angel was 5,620 miles away. So who would I have kissed?” My heart skips at least ten beats.
