He didn’t elaborate on what that means, but the way Sera is melting against me now tells me all I need to know.
She’s not mine to please. Not mine to cherish. Not mine to kiss.
But death it, I don’t bloody care about anything other thanher. Her wants. Her needs. Herdesire.
My grip on her shirt tightens, my opposite hand going to her hair. “Do you want to play, trouble?” I ask, my lips so fucking close to hers that it physically hurts not to close the distance between us. However, we have to discuss this first.
Because there are limits to what we can do.
We’re safe here so long as her inner Omega doesn’t send off another flare.
Sera presses her palms to my shirt, her nails digging into my pectoral muscles through the thin fabric. “I want you to kiss me, Maliki,” she whispers. “Reallykiss me.”
“I believe I already did that, mystery,” I murmur. “Ithoroughlykissed you.”
She shakes her head. “I mean on my mouth.”
I know that’s what she meant, but I couldn’t help teasing her.
“Will you please be my first real kiss?” she asks, and the question has me realizing all over again how innocent the female is.
It’s not usually a characteristic I desire, but with her… it just fits.
She’s a Goddess.
A being of impossibilities.
A woman who redefines the meaning of temptation.
And she wants me to kiss her.
Who am I to say no?
Tightening my grip on her shirt and in her hair, I close the gap between us and firmly press my lips to hers. She shivers against me, her body seeming to melt into mine.
It’s a chaste embrace.
One that belies the tension building inside me. The feral hunger. The intrinsicneed.
But this is about her and her fantasies.
I want to make every dream of hers come true.
Only, hermoandestroys my best intentions.
It’s a soft hum, one that echoes around us and dismantles every ounce of self-control I possess.
Because I need to hear that sound again.
Styx, I need to taste it. Own it.Emboldenit.
My hand leaves her shirt and goes to her hip, my otherpalm sliding down to her nape, as I pull her flush against me.
Then I deepen our embrace by parting her plump lips with my tongue.
And groan as she clutches me with her hands. Almost like she’s afraid I might let her go.
But I’m pretty sure she’s stuck with me now.
