I work her deeper, swiping my thumb over her clit in decreasing circles. So slick and so plump.
“Oh! I’m—”
But I’m right there with her as her climax ripples against my fingers. She’s all gasp and aching sounds, and I swallow them alldown. They’ll stay inside me, a part of her, a part of this night, mine forever more.
“You did so well.” We kiss and kiss, my touch slowing, her body still undulating.
“Thanks.” A breathless laugh, her eyes barely catching mine. “And thanks yourself.”
“You’re welcome.” The corner of my mouth lifts, and she whimpers as I pull my fingers from her wet heat. That fucking sound. So wet and so soft. And all mine.
Maybe mine forever.
“I want you to…” Lavender reaches for me, and I pause. I want to be sure—sure that she wants this, wants me, for the right reasons.
“Soon, sweetheart.” I paint a wet strip across her lips, her arousal sticky and sweet between my fingertips. “We have all night.”
We might even have a lifetime.
36
LAVENDER
“You’re sobeautiful when you come.” Raif’s fingers slide wisps of hair from my face, his eyes expressive and tender. His fingers find my mouth, and I moan as he peels my lip down, exposing the soft flesh to his tongue. His kisses sear and taste of me.Musk and heat and my desire for him.
“You good?”
The question catches me off guard, bringing a lump to my throat. I nod.
“Because, if I did anything…”
I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, closing the tiny space between us as I press my head to the curve of his neck. I whimper his name, then say, “I loved it. Please don’t hold back.”
His lashes lower, and he inhales. “I’m gonna take our time.” He reaches for the concealed zipper at my side, the teeth a slow click, before the sides parting to his kiss against my ribs.
“You’re like a half-unwrapped gift.” He reveals the round of my breast, the curve of my hip, each touch deliberate and making me shiver. “Lift up.”
Between us, we work my dress down, where it drops to the floor. I let out a shaking breath as I stare at the bright and unforgiving overhead light. But I don’t feel lacking or inadequate, judging by the hungry longing in his eyes.
“So fucking beautiful.” His touch coasts from collarbone to cunt, light and deft, and heightens my arousal way past ten. Roughened fingertips against tender skin, his fingers trail and swirl, reaching my nipple in a series of soft, teasing touches. He captures my nipple between his knuckles in a soft tug.
“I don’t think you’re broken,” he whispers. “Not one bit of you. You’re a survivor. Like me.” His eyes meet mine in a flash of sincerity, but it is just as flash as he frames my breast in his hand, his head lowering. “You’re strong. You do what needs to be done. You’re already so, so perfect.”
I whimper as his tongue licks and cry out at his next compliment.
“I’m in awe of you. And I’m going to fuck you until your body bleeds my name.”
“Oh God.”
He begins to move down my body, his lips sliding across my skin, sucking and licking me with such ease and skill. His knees hit the floor, his hands folding around my hips. With a tug, he pulls me across the bed, closer to him.
His thumb slides across my slit, and I exhale a taut-sounding breath. I swallow back a whimper and push up onto my elbows,my insides fiery and molten as his breath coasts between my legs.
His gaze lifts but not his head, his smile all kinds of sexy. “You’re watching.”
I nod but offer no words.
“Those eyes.”
