He brought one of his hands over mine, guiding it up around his neck. My only problem was that my hands couldn’t stay still, following the hems of his finely tailored clothes, and his exploringmine. Our hands played an elusive game of chase as they swept around our bodies, further tangling us in our pursuit of comfort, of pleasure.
“Silas—”
“Kiss me, Alina,” he breathed. “Kiss me, hit me, curse my name until you forget what I’ve done to you.”
His hands grabbed my hips roughly, and I bit down on his lip playfully, though I tasted a familiar tinge of blood. He deepened our kiss, running his tongue over mine as if afraid I would poison myself again.
I loved how desperate it was, the eagerness. His grip was possessive, as if afraid I would slip away as I’ve done many times before, but this time he wouldn’t allow it. He was determined to mark me, claim me for himself.
He forced me backward, pinning me to the fur of the rug as he kissed my neck, trembling as he pinned my arms above my head.
“Let go,” I breathed.
“Why? So you can slip away from me?” he teased.
“I want to hold you.”
He admittedly looked a bit thrown off. He let go of my hands, sliding his hands down my arms and to my waist as he lowered his head between my breasts, kissing lightly down my sternum, his eyes focused on me.
The fire reflected from the back of his eyes, a gentle red glow.
He removed my blouse, then my skirt.
I raked my fingers through the golden strands as he teased my skin, venturing lower. My thighs clenched when he reached them, and he left delicate kisses along the hem of my stockings.
I propped myself up on my elbows, slowly undoing the front of my corset.
Silas tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it away, not wanting to miss a single thing I did.
I popped each latch of my corset slowly, even slower as it opened up.
He yanked my legs forward, making me fall onto my back, and he opened the corset fully, exposing myself to him.
“Impatient,” I huffed, lifting my foot to poke him in the chest.
He caught my ankle, stretching my leg up so he could kiss down the side of my calf, then to my thigh, then lowered himself between my legs.
He slid his tongue out and teased gently at my clitoris before sucking gently, continuing to push on it with his tongue.
I moaned and covered my face with my arms to hide my embarrassment.
Then, he stopped.
I frowned and glared down at him.
“If you hide your face, I won’t continue.”
“Why,” I huffed.
“Because I want to see you, is that so terrible?” He smirked.
I rolled my eyes as I leaned up on my elbows.
“I love that your face reserves a very specific shade of blush, just for me,” he teased, returning his face down between my thighs.
He teased and licked between my legs, probing my vulva with his tongue, begging to slip inside.
I bit my lip, unsure where to look.
