She fisted one hand in his shirt, and they rocked until he was half over her, so she could rest her head on the pillow, and he could keep ravaging her mouth.
He thought thesmellof her was addictive. The taste of her was simply the most delicious thing he had ever experienced in his life on earth. He’d eaten at the best restaurants in the world with the best chefs attending his table. He drank wines that sat undisturbed for five hundred years and cost as much as a mortgage payment, and none of it could hold a candle to the taste of her lips.
He knew two things with absolute clarity. One, he would never have enough. If he drank this every day for the rest of his life, it would not be enough. And two, no one else would satisfy him ever again.
The anemic plan to return to his life in an antiseptic tower in the sky and find some female shifter to bring there with him felt completely bizarre.
Nonna, you were wrong.A week in the woods didn’t make his life easier; it made life as he knew it impossible.
When she squirmed beneath him, rolling closer to him, he gasped and finally broke the kiss.
“This,” she said as she struggled to sit up and started shedding layers.
For a moment, he didn’t understand, and she stilled. “I Saw this.”
“I know.” He surged up to pull every shirt he wore over his head, popping three buttons in the process.
He fell onto her, skin to skin, and every inch of her burned him.
He leaned forward to capture her lips again, but she wouldn’t let him. “I’ve Seen this all day.”
He groaned as he got the rest of his clothes off. “Ilovemagic.”
He reveled in her lips and then went exploring to discover how the patch of skin behind her ear tasted. The delicate skin between her breasts intensified her scent, and he felt that connection stir again, the weird charge of electricity between them that shimmered and spiked. He tried to ignore it as he took one nipple into his mouth and bit down exquisitely gently until she shrieked and levitated off the bed.
When she was shaking beneath him, he finally let go. “The things I want to do to you.”
“I know,” she said. It felt a little bizarre to be compared to her vision of his foreseen self. Did he match expectations? What a crazy thing to worry about.
He continued his explorations of her skin, kissing and licking his way down her stomach.
She thrashed beneath him. He wrestled until he pinned her hips and ducked his head under one of her legs so he could revel in the best part of her.
“Mateo! I haven’t showered in two days!”
He groaned. “Thank god.”
He wanted to soak up everything he could taste, but he also wanted to make her feel good, and so concentrated on her tiny, perfect bud until she shrieked when he got the pressure and angle right. So he did that again and again and again, and her mindless thrashing became a rhythmic roll that worked with him and not against him.
Her protests to stop became exhortations not to stop. He could feel the wave of sensation roll through her, and then she was shattering around him, sending waves of nectar across his tongue, and he could’ve sworn before that nothing would have tasted better than her skin, but this did.
He didn’t let her rest but kept going until she was squirming and shrinking and protesting again, and finally, he tore himself away.
It wasn’t enough; it would never be enough, but it would have to do for today as he climbed her body now drenched in delicious sweat until his head was back in the open, and he realized he was starved for oxygen as her arms came around his neck and tried to strangle him again.
Breathing was overrated.
All four of her limbs were wrapped around him, and he didn’t have a good angle to make her feel even more.
Maybe that was on purpose.
“Do you want to stop?”
She pulled away with a look of betrayal and shock.
“I will kill you,” she said, spookily calm.
“If we stop?” He had to be sure.
