Skin. I needed skin. Our skins to be touching. “Off. Need this off.”
His devilish smirk hit me dead center of my desire, and I moaned. I had no shame, only need. “Hurry.”
I was in a frenzy. What was going on with me? I bit my lip, and no doubt I looked crazed. Because I felt it.
His shirt was finally off, and I stared gob-smacked at him and his stone-tinted skin. Bran was beautiful in goblin form.
“How many abs do you have?” I reached out and poked at them, then splayed my hands flat to roam.
Nerves started creeping back into me like I’d been doused with a glass of ice water. The franticness of my desire waned.
I dipped my head to the side and studied Bran. “Was that you? Did you do that to me?”
“Yes.” A sheepish smile played on his lips. “I woke up with you pressed against me and didn’t control it well. My apologies, but you get me so worked up. My power is empathy, and sometimes it goes the other way, where I share the emotions with others. I haven’t lost control like that since I was young.”
My eyes went wide. Seriously? “Do it again?”
Now it was his turn for him to be surprised. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” I purred the word, as I realized that I was sitting on top of his hard length, topless, and I wanted to feel the multiplied desire again. It had made me bold and sexy. I wanted to embrace all of that.
Yearning slammed into me at full force, and I became consumed with Bran. I threw myself against him and kissed him to only be overpowered and thrown onto my back, with him on top nestled between my legs, and commanding the kiss.
It was the sexiest experience I had ever had. I was wanted so badly he wasn’t able to control himself. Talk about a major compliment.
If I were alone right now, I would be doing a ridiculous happy dance and clapping my hands. But I would much rather have been experiencing this physical specimen of sex over me.
Bran’s lips didn’t leave mine, but he was miraculously able to get me completely nude and himself down to his boxers. Very good with his hands indeed.
I played with the elastic band, and he grabbed my hands, entwined our fingers and held them down above my head.
My knees shook as he tenderly kissed me everywhere. I shut my eyes to embrace the cherishing act I was receiving. It was like worship. Reverence.
As my emotions were riding high, and Bran was leading me to the pleasure palace in the sky, a small light of energy was gaining in size in the middle of my mind.
It was reaching out, calling for me. I could feel its power. It wasn’t reachingforme. It came from me.
Bran’s empathic powers were building, but I could finally feel my magic, like he led me down a path right to it. Holy crap. His lips and tongue were all over me, and the pleasure that induced made everything align for me. I clenched my fingers tighter with his and lifted my hips up to make him notice where I needed him to go.
His eyes lifted to mine, and he winked at me before going back to the torture with his mouth.
Now that I knew my magic was there. That it could be used. That I could utilize Bran’s power... I wondered where I could take all this. How far could it go?
I squirmed in Bran’s hold. I wanted him to release me, or to do something more. Give me what I needed.
He nipped at my skin. “Stop, Andromeda, enjoy.”
His command made me follow, and my toes curled at the dominance in his tone. He held me enthralled with his eyes as he let go of my fingers and crawled down my body. He didn’t once break his gaze, and I was too hypnotized to look away.
He licked his lips and smiled at me when he got to where he was heading.
Before I could respond, his mouth latched onto my heat. Where I desperately needed him. I cursed at the sudden shift. My head fell back down onto the pillow. I squirmed myself closer and farther from his mouth all at the same time. I had no idea what I wanted or what I was doing.
Only Bran seemed to be able to give it to me.
The emotions were too much. I had to shut my eyes to take away a sense. I could hear the lapping of his lips, smell the musk of his sinful cologne, my skin puckered at the cool air against my heated damp skin, and I could taste Bran’s kiss on my tongue and every time I sucked on my bottom lip, I tasted him there.
He ravished me and I kept building up to a major explosion. He wouldn’t let up, except when I was about to be detonated. Bran stopped and his touch completely left mine.
