He put his knees on either side of my thighs, and he bent over me, grabbed my hands, pulled them up over my head. His fingers intertwined with mine and he held me down with his eyes alone, brown and red, like melted chocolate with rubies swirling on it.
“Tell me this isn’t what you want.”
His voice was thick, hoarse, breathless.
My mouth opened to sayI don’t,just to spite him, if nothing else, but I found I couldn’t. I found my body disobeyed me once again. It didn’t want to say those words.
“Tell me, Velvet. Say it,” he insisted, and I shook my head.
“No.” I wasn’t going to lie to him, not right now. I wasn’t going to lie to myself. I’d already surrendered.
A grin so wicked it made my heart skip a second. “Gotcha,” March said.
Then he fell on top of me and claimed my mouth again.
His kiss was furious, just like the look in his eyes. Just like the way he squeezed my hands. Just like the way he thrust his hips against mine.
I wrapped my legs around his hips like I was made for it.
Holy Hour, the taste of his tongue was otherworldly. Whatever he was made of, his seconds and mine were of the same minute. I stepped into my skin and wore myself from the beginning as he bit me, sucked on my lips, thrust his tongue all the way to the back of my throat, mad with need. Here, underneath him, I didn’t need to think. There were no memories I couldn’t reach, no part of me that was empty. I’d been a fool not to have opened that door sooner.
Then March stopped kissing me.
A cry ripped out of my throat in complaint, but he let go of me and rose up on his knees, my body between his legs, his hands on my waist, over my nightgown, moving up to my chest. My own hands were on his, up his arms and to his biceps, to his curves and satin smooth skin.
“I’m going to take your clothes off now, Velvet,” he said and started to pull up the hem of my nightgown that had gathered around my thighs, barely covering my panties. I was breathing so heavily I had no chance of answering.
“And I’m going to taste every inch of you,” he continued, growling when he pulled the nightgown up to my belly button and saw my black panties, soaked. “I’m going to learn your body from the beginning all over again, just to make sure I don’t miss anything.” He stopped. Looked at me. “That okay?”
Time’s Teacups, I cried outyesso fast I took myself by surprise.
The smile that broke on his face could have been pure evil if I wasn’t so turned on. But March pushed my nightgown over my breasts, then lowered down and licked a straight line from my belly button and to my chest slowly. My eyes turned in their sockets. He kissed his way left and took my nipple in his mouth, sucked gently at first, his moan as loud as my own, then bit hard enough that the pain felt like fireworks all over my body.
“I’m going to take my time with you,” he whispered, kissing my other breast, licking the soft skin, grazing it with his teeth, teasing me. “Fuck, sweeter than cake. Better than velvet.”Kiss, kiss, kiss.“So muchbetter than velvet…”
His lips were like small prayers every time they connected with my skin. I never even considered anyone could possibly need to be worshipped in this way before, but I was. I was burning, and the fire in my veins could only be fought with the fire in March’s breath.
It was a bloody battle.
His teeth were imprinted all over me. The feel of his tongue on my breasts, on my stomach, became so familiar so suddenly, I must have lived every day of my life drowned in the sensation. March had rolled my nightgown all the way to my chest, and his hands roamed up and down my body, touching every inch of me, and he went lower and lower with each kiss.
His lips were just over the line of my panties. My hips moved up and down, long out of my control, and the need to feel him was a foreign monster eating away at my rational mind. Especially when I felt his fingers hooking on the sides of my panties, and he pulled them down my hips.
My fingers were in his hair. I pushed him down on my body with all my strength, but he stopped me. He was stronger than me, and he was still in control of himself, not a feral animal like me. He took his time in kissing my pelvis and pulling my panties lower and lower while chasing each new inch of skin with his lips.
I was shaking with pleasure.
March pulled himself off me for a moment, and my eyes opened, and his face was worth a thousand years. His eyes were bloodshot, his expression serious, almostdangerousas he looked at me, half in awe, half like he wasaccusingme.
“How did you get under my skin, Velvet?” he said almost hatefully as he pulled the shirt off his body, then threw it to the side.
Seeing him half naked became so much more important than breathing.
Time’s Teeth, he wasperfect.His skin looked smooth, golden in the dying sunlight that fell on his side from the windows, the curly hair on his chest shaped almost like a perfect heart. His every muscle was defined, and he was even bigger and betterbuilt than his clothes had let me see, and it made sense.Hemade sense because he fit in his own skin in my eyes—yes, this is correct. Yes, this is how he’s supposed to be.Like I remembered every line and curve on him, even if I didn’t know it.
“You lay there and you look so innocent,” March said as he ran his hands up my thighs, to my stomach and my breasts, then down again, pulling my panties lower. Meanwhile I lay there and took it, drank in the sight of him, still completely surrendered.
“I’m not innocent,” I breathed. I didn’t feel innocent, and I didn’twantto be innocent. I wanted to be in this with him all the way.
