12
YOUR MOVE
Acacius
Acacius kneeledin front of her, his eyes never leaving hers. One hand slid under the hem of her dress and gripped her ankle.
He could see her pulse flickering in her throat as she stared down at him, pupils dilated with a hunger that made taking every one of her piercing spikes worth it.
His hand grazed up her shin to the crook of her knee and lifted her leg. The slit of her dress spread apart as he raised her knee to his lips.
Her mouth parted in response, a quick inhale, and Acacius smirked against her skin.
An insatiability of his own swelled, the primal need to coax even more from her.
“Ready to play with my Chaos?” He punctuated his coy question by licking up the inside of her thigh.
She spread her legs further, inviting him. “If only you are ready to dip into my darkness.”
To answer her statement, he slipped his hand under her dress, his fingers memorizing the soft terrain of her leg to thegrooves of her thigh. Slowly, he worked her underwear down, the black lace instilling salacious desires in his mind, pulsing down his stomach straight to his groin.
“Oh Rina,” he purred, lowering his chin. “I can’t wait to get a taste.”
He nuzzled his face in between her legs, devouring her with slick laps of his tongue.
Marina gasped, her knuckles curling in his tightly woven strands.
Acacius gazed up, relishing in the look of pleasure on her face—eyes closed, painted lips parted.
When they were finished, she would crave his touch. No other would be able to satisfy her the way he could. A perfect form of torture.
Acacius toyed with her, enjoying the tremors in her body as he nibbled with his lips, flicked his tongue up and down, sucking, prying himself deeper until her hips lifted, greedy for more.
Her fingers twisted in a tighter grip in his hair, ripping the strands from their tie. Her other hand pressed against the wall behind her as her breaths turned quick and shallow. He could feel her tensing against his mouth, chasing the pleasure winding in her belly.
A low rumble shook out of him. “Are you going to come for me, Rina?” His words vibrated against her, and she trembled, her moans echoing in the cavern like a siren’s song. A glorious, angelic sound that called out to his divine power.
This version of her imprinted into the chasm of his mind, free and completely herself, unable to hide behind her unfeeling facade. Acacius preferred her more this way, slowly unraveling for him.
“I do enjoy this side of you.” He smiled, satisfied with himself, and ran his tongue over her one last time to savor the taste.
Her knuckles twisted in the collar of his robe, and she ripped him up, crushing her lips against his.
Acacius’s back slammed into the stone with Marina pressed to his chest.
He inhaled sharply through his nose. Warmth dripped down his spine as he opened his mouth, inviting her in. He could taste cacao and vanilla on her tongue, and the remnants of her arousal still fresh on his own. A marvelous combination that he drank in, lusted for.
She locked her hand around his nape and ground her hips into the hard length beneath his robe.
A feral desire stammered in his pulse, infusing thickly into his blood.
He dragged his hands up her hips and locked his fingers around her waist, deepening their kiss, the firm hold of his control slowly slipping under her spell. He wasn’t sure what else she wanted from him, but he would gladly do as she asked.
His tongue slid between her lips as his hand ran up her spine and cradled the back of her hair.
Marina snatched his bottom lip in between her teeth and pulled. Pain exploded in his nerves and shot down in his chest.
He opened his eyes, hooded and ravenously dark, meeting hers.
