He drew his heated eyes along her skin, stopping on something he spotted on her thigh. His brow creased, “What’s that.”
She glanced down, “A Tattoo.” She answered, turning, she flashed it at him, it was a wand wrapped with rose thorns and tiny skulls danced along it. “Got it when I was eighteen. Cute huh.”
Alek silently seethed at the sight of it, the only mark she should wear was a mark placed by him.
Ignoring her questions, he said. “You will learn the things that make me happy, and the things that don’t.”
She scoffed. “Sure, and while we’re at it tell me what time you like to have your dinner on the table.”
The corner of his lips kicked up; he closed the space between them once more.
“My meal is already on the table.” He lowered himself to knees keeping his eyes on hers.
Placing his hands on her thighs he drew them apart.
“It’s pink, and looks like it’s begging for kisses,” He leaned forward, and Lanias thanked God she’d cared enough to shave just as his fingers spread her sex open and his tongue licked along the side, she immediately wanted to clamp her legs together.
“Don’t,” he ordered gruffly.
Lanias wanted to tell him that she wasn't hesitant in having him perform such a delicious act on her. It was the opposite, the minute she realized just how intensely she wanted it she feared she wanted it too much.
What could she do to stop him? That question flew out the window the minute he sucked her nub into his wet, warm mouth. The air rushed from her body as she released a long moan of pleasure. She tilted her head back, staring at the ceiling almost as if she was contemplating prayer. Lanias hadn’t said a prayer a day in her life. But here she was looking for release. Of what kind she wasn’t sure.
As Alek’s tongue worked its magic in her sacred place she found herself growing dizzy as her heartbeat grew faster and faster. The silky slip and slide between her thighs grew as he drew small gasps of air from her.
Lanias reached down with her hands digging her fingers into his hair. Pressing herself against his lips. She was so close to the edge, rolling her hips she ground them against his mouth.
Lanias felt herself losing all reason as he retreated only long enough to insert two of those long delicate fingers inside of her. She trembled as she widened her thighs allowing him to push and pull. Playing with her as his tongue marked a path along the crease of her thigh.
He stood, lifting her legs which forced her to lay on her back on the kitchen counter. While he remained kneeling. Her arms near her head, she felt like he was using his tongue to write the alphabet inside of her. She wanted to pull him up. She pleaded for him to give her the stretch she really needed.
But Lanias had never been one to beg, and just when she drew close to giving in her pride was challenged by those devilish fingers diving deeper finding the core sending her body reeling. Her lips parted to accept more air as her legs trembled allowing Alek to eagerly absorbed her like a drink.
Her magic slipped from her fingers tips and her short hair began to shift rolling and waving until, black, curls covered the counter and her body. His hands lazily moved over her, rubbing her as if he was as satisfied as she felt. The numb, haze of her orgasm made her limbs heavy.
Placing soft kisses along her legs, to her knees. He looked at her like a large, satisfied tom cat. “Thank you for the meal.” He practically purred at her as a predator would.
The only reason she didn’t kick him was because she passed out.
Bar Fight
LANIAS
Lanias was starting to notice a trend.
She awoke lying in bed, staring at the ceiling wondering what she’d been thinking?
Last night she’d allowed Alek to play with her body like a fiddle. Every sound she’d made had been manipulated by him and she’d allowed it.
The memory of the smug look in his eyes and the satisfied aura that had come off him made her tense feeling something near shame but not. She rolled over and punched the pillow next to her. Dammit, she was the madame. Sex shouldn’t faze her in anyway, she wanted her orgasm back.
She wasn’t willing to trade it for her pride. Dammit.
Groaning, she pressed her face into the pillow and winced when she pulled on her hair. Lifting her head, she looked over her shoulder looking at the ridiculous length. “I forgot about that.”
Her magic had gone haywire when she’d passed out.
Releasing a sigh, she turned over and sat up. “Let’s take care of this.”
