“Don’t you dare,” I whispered harshly, winding my fingers through his damp locks and capturing his lips before he could spout any more ghastlyideas.
His warm skin smelled of eucalyptus and orange blossom, and it reminded me of where he’d been, which intensified the storm raging through me. I wanted to replace every trace of that pool and of those other bodies with myscent.
“What am I going to do with you?” His raucous voice thrummed my already fiercepulse.
“Notpush meaway.”
“Fine.” Foreheads still touching, he backed me up, and up, until the backs of my knees hit the edge of his canopybed.
I sank onto themattress.
“Lay down,Feather.”
Although the good girl in me, the one who’d grown up abiding to the Ophanim’s strict teachings, became a little flustered, the other girl, the one who’d devoured romance novels like sweets, complied. I scooted farther back before uncoiling myspine.
He watched me, and my already sensitive nerves jangled. In slow motion, he climbed my body, then slid the thin straps of my dress off my shoulders. He lowered his mouth to my neck and scorched kisses over my collarbone, shoving the silky fabric aside until my breasts met cool air, then put a little distance between our bodies to take in my exposedflesh.
“I would ask if all angels are as beautiful as you are, but I’ve seen them, and fuck if any hold a single feather toyou.”
I started to roll my eyes when he swirled his tongue around one of my nipples. My back arched from the jolt of pleasure, and I gasped, “Jarod.”
Supporting his weight on his forearms, he dragged his mouth to my other breast and laved the pebblingpeak.
Surely, a feather wouldfall.
Maybe, onedid.
It wasn’t as though I could feel anything over the intense waves of pleasure coursing through me. He tracked kisses down the seam of my ribs, growling when he encountered resistance. Rising to his knees, he attempted to take off my belt, but his hurried fingers grappled clumsily. I pushed his impatient hands away and accomplished what he couldn’t. The instant the leather unraveled, Jarod hauled it off my waist. Instead of tossing it to the ground, he ran it between hisfingers.
His dark eyes flashed with a look that made my skin pebble over completely. “Do you trust me,Feather?”
Inodded.
He took one of my wrists and wound the leather around it, then picked up my other wrist, and proceeded to do the same before pulling the cord taut. I watched him attach it to one of his bed posts before tying a pretty knot, the end of which he placed in mymouth.
“One tug, and it’ll loosen.” His husky voice made me swallow. He dragged his fingers down my body, curling them into the material pooled around my waist. He eased my violet dress down my legs, his buffed nails caressing the tops of mythighs.
Only a scrap of lace remained on my body, and from the way he was eyeing it, I suspected it wouldn’t stay therelong.
But I waswrong.
He didn’t take it off, simply grazed his knuckles over the material. My blood jammed in my veins as he repeated the maddeningstroke.
His gaze sharpened on the lace. He hooked one finger underneath the damp material and pressed it off me. For an interminable moment, he studied my bared body, and panic flared inside mychest.
But then, his fingers started moving over me, and his head lowered to the apex of my thighs, and my insecurities dissolved like grains of sugar in scalding water. The first flick of his tongue had my hips bucking and my skin lightingup.
He scooted his tall body down the bed, getting comfortable, then draped my legs over his shoulders, nudged the lace to the side, and pressed a soft kiss to my glitteringcore.
I spit out the leather cord so I could catch my breath. But that didn’t help. As I choked on air, my spine arched again, and the leather ties bit into the flesh of mywrists.
Sweet cherubs. . . The Seven wouldn’t wait for my wings to fall off; they were going to cleave them straight off myback.
Jarod’s technique turned rougher. Groaning, he plundered what few shreds of innocence I was still clinging to, sawing them with each lash of his skilledtongue.
“Jarod!” I gasped, as I teetered on the edge ofoblivion.
He slowed, swirling his tongue over me, and looked up, my skin’s light filling his eyes. “Yeah,Feather?”
