Both of us were made for only the other.
My bones were his.
His blood was mine.
“More.” It wasn’t me who moaned it. “More, little bird,more.”
I tugged roughly on his hair to angle him where I wished because it was a lesson he had to learn. I wound my legs around his narrow hips and purposely pushed my core against him, never letting him break free from the kiss.
His breathing hitched. Spine bowed in reflex, rolling his pelvis instinctively forward. He loosened a string of curses as he throbbed and swelled even harder, angry and desperate for what it couldn’t have. When I sucked on his tongue, his hips bucked and he groaned deeply inside my mouth. “Fuck…fuuuck…” Desperation roughened his voice and his grip on my ass. “Let me taste you… Suck and flick your pretty swollen clit. Lick my tongue into your wet heat… Let me get you off.”
The movement of his fingertips brushing against the collar encircling my neck woke me up. It was an accidental touch, but enough to remind me of what I had to do.
I blinked, wide-eyed and dazed. Horrified at how easily I’d fallen.
Too far, I’d gone too far.
I pushed him with the flat of my palm. A hard shove against his chest.
He swayed off balance and staggered back a step.
Dropping to the ground, I quickly edged around him and drew in a deep breath to clear my muddled head.
He stared back, shifting his weight while striving to gauge what was going on. Why I’d stopped.
Crossing my arms and gathering a handful of damp fabric, I pulled the dress off, tossing it over my shoulder to fall to the pebbled floor in a tumble of yellow.
Bracing my hands on my hips, I stood in front of him in only my underthings.
Pure cotton. Simple. Not fancy and certainly not cut in a way to be sexual. Yet I could have been standing there in lace or satin or simply naked with the way he stared. He looked starved, like I was his next meal.
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Asensual daze gloriously stupefied my head.
Nelle brazenly stood before me in just her underthings, deathly still. Both of us were. I almost dared not breathe while we waited for the other to make a move.
She suddenly tapped her toes on the stone floor, and my tortured cock bobbed in reply.
Hells…
My teeth ground together as I screwed my eyes shut. I thought at the barest touch of her fingertips over a patch of innocent skin, and I’d explode in a sticky splatter.
When I pried my eyes open, I met the ghost of a wicked smirk gleaming in her gaze, and I knew she’d done it on purpose.
Beneath all that innocence was a razor-sharp hunter.
Nelle shifted, her bare feet stepping across stone marked with shallow grooves and splashes of water as she half-circled. Tension and lust crackled in the moist air, skating over my skin like a lingering caress, ricocheting my heart faster. The blooddrumming in my ears was a hedonistic beat, pulling me under her bewitchment.
She swiveled gracefully to face me once more. Her slender fingers were splayed across her hips, and her forefingers were arrowed rightthere.Right where I wanted to kiss her most. I couldn’t look anywhere else.
“You want to get me off?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
My gaze snapped back up to hers.
More than anything.
