Her eyes followed her fingers as they lazily drifted over my skin and traced invisible patterns. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen as though she had been biting on them.
I had to swallow a groan at the sight of her flushed face. Maybe, miraculously, she was as affected by this as I was.
With a tug, I pulled her to me, closing the space between our bodies.
She gasped and gripped my shoulder as her front plastered to mine, as her knee slipped from my leg to settle back on the bed, and as my bulging erection pressed into her stomach. I ignored it, and I prayed to the Old Gods that she would too. There was no avoiding it—I ached to press my skin to hers.
Her gaze snapped to mine and held, her lips dropping open to form a silent O. Her eyebrows lifted slightly.
Our faces were mere inches apart. We breathed each other's air as our hearts thundered in battling rhythms and her heat seared my skin.
On a sweet exhale, she tilted her face and closed her eyes, her mouth softening to an inviting pout.
It was all the invitation I needed.
I softly pressed my lips to hers. I braced myself for her to pull away, but to my immense relief, she didn’t. Miraculously, she kissed me back. Her lips were impossibly soft as they stroked against mine. The smell of her was everywhere, apples and honey and perfection. I inhaled it greedily as I deepened the kiss.
My left hand remained on her back, while I slipped my right one beneath us to cradle her head. Her hair flowed over my fingers in soft curls as I hooked my thumb under her jaw, angling her face for better access. She fit in my hands perfectly, like she was made for me.
Her lips parted on an exhale that was somewhere between a sigh and a groan. The sound waseverything. I wanted to hear that sound again and again.
I stroked my tongue against her lower lip. She shivered, and I relished the way I could feel it as it traveled down her body.
Her tongue met mine, tentatively at first, but then urgently. Passionately. Our tongues danced together in a delicious rhythm as we devoured each other. My cock throbbed where it was pressed to Kizzi’s stomach, begging for friction, but I ignored it. I forced the lower half of my body to remain still so I could enjoy the taste of the little witch for as long as possible.
Kizzi snaked her arm around my neck, pulling her body closer to mine, smashing her breasts against my chest. I growled in appreciation.
I rolled our bodies, pressing her into the bed as I loomed over her, careful to hold my weight up with my knees on either side ofher hips and a hand above her head. My other hand was free to roam.
Her hair was a wild sprawl beneath her, her green curls tangling.
I dragged my mouth from her lips, across her jaw, to her small, pointed ear. I ran my mouth over her ear and allowed my teeth to drag over the edge. A sharp exhale escaped her lips. I smiled and laughed quietly when she dug her nails into my skin. I kissed her ear a few more times before moving my ministrations to her throat, scraping my teeth over her impossibly soft skin. I lingered when she squirmed, paying attention to the spots that evoked the strongest reaction.
Her hands left my shoulders and slipped to the collar of her nightshirt, fumbling with the buttons. When I realized what she was doing, wicked glee flooded me.
I batted her hands away. “No. Let me.”
“Okay,” she breathed, her exhales heavy and panting.
Slowly, fumbling with only one hand, I unbuttoned the soft shirt. I ran my fingers over each new inch of skin I exposed. I ached to kiss it. With a relish, I realized that I could.
So I did.
As I unbuttoned her shirt, I dragged my lips over her skin, allowing my small tusks to scratch lightly. I kissed a path over her sternum, between her breasts, over her stomach. Inch by decadent inch, I descended. She squirmed beneath me, her hands fluttering over my shoulders, my chest, my head.
When I got to the last button, I hesitated, taking a deep breath and glancing up at her face. She was watching me with hooded eyes, her lips parted. She nodded frantically.
I allowed the fabric to open, sliding off her body to reveal her torso to me.
I groaned in appreciation at the goddess sprawled on the bed below me.
Her skin sloped in perfect curves. Her stomach was beautifully soft, and I ached to sink my teeth into it. She crossed her arms over her chest to cover herself, but when I shot her a heated glare, she dropped her arms back to the bed.
“Let me look at you,” I begged.
And look I did. My eyes feasted upon her body, upon her full breasts that settled onto her chest and her gorgeous, pert nipples that tightened in the cool night air.
“Tandor,” she said quietly, lifting her hands to grasp her breasts, covering herself from my view.
