Page 125 of Avalon Tower
I want all the silk off my body. I want the heat, the glow, the delicious stroke of his bare skin against mine.
I turn, looking up at him, and lick my lips. He stares at my mouth. “My camisole is making me cold,” I say.
“Take it off, then.”
I reach down to the hem and pull it away. I lie on my back, staring up at him. My breasts peak in the cold air, and Raphael’s burning gaze rakes down my body.
Bloody hell. You’re going to be the sweet, blissful death of me.
“You’re beautiful,” I say.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” You’re the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen.
He leans down, and his mouth closes around one of my nipples. He licks, his tongue swirling. My breath goes shallow. I need him inside me.
Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you, Nia?
His mouth is on my breast, and one of his hands is curved around my ribs. And after I took you to the lake, I couldn’t stop thinking about how you looked with your dress clinging. The droplets of lake water on your eyelashes. You looked like you were born from that lake. Sexiest thing I’d ever seen. He pulls his mouth from me again, staring at my breasts. At least, until now.
He traces my lower lip with his tongue. Desire courses through me, and I open my mouth to him. He’s kissing me tentatively—teasing, shallow. Tantalizing. He’s holding back, and yet my body lights up for him like a lantern. He kisses me deeper, his tongue sliding in. As our tongues meet, erotic currents of magic skim over our bodies, filling us. He tastes like perfection.
As he kisses me, he caresses my breasts. I moan lightly into his mouth. I don’t want any of this to stop—ever.
And this is why his kiss had the power to ruin my life all those years ago, because already, my body is desperate for him, and I can hardly remember the mission. His kiss grows insistent, desperate. His hand slides between my thighs, finding my wetness, and I groan into his mouth. My hips shift at the contact.
As he touches me, his thoughts echo in my mind. I’ve wanted this for so long, and right now, I literally don’t give a fuck about anything but you.
I move against his hand, my body swelling with pleasure. He’s teasing me with agonizing sweetness, stoking my body into a fevered flame.
He pulls away with a little bite to my lower lip. My core pulses, and he stares into my eyes. Even in the dark, I can see the silver and dark blue.
“Can you still hear my thoughts?” he whispers.
How about I fuck you now?
“Right to the point.”
He gets up to his knees, and I don’t even wait for him to take off his trousers. I reach for them, freeing his erection, and my jaw drops in awe.
I run my finger down his shaft.
Godsdamn it, she will ruin me.
He reaches for my panties, gripping them hard. But he’s not taking off my underwear yet. Take my time…
Instead, he slides between my thighs and leans down to kiss my throat. His tongue sweeps over my skin in lazy, languorous strokes. My body is electrified, my heart pounding and my chest flushing with desire. I tilt my head back as he kisses me.
Gently, he palms my breast, his tongue flicking over my nipple. Liquid heat pulses through me. I want him inside me.
Need to take my time with you…need restraint…want to bury myself in you…
I don’t want him to take his time. As I wrap my legs around his hips, I ache for him. I reach out and stroke his cock again.
He pulls his mouth from my throat. “Nia.” His voice is husky, and he says my name with a certain reverence. He sits up, his gaze stroking my body.
His jaw clenches, and then he reaches for my underwear and pulls it down slowly to my thighs, then to my knees, my ankles, and off. He moves between my thighs, and his silver eyes gleam in the dark as he takes in the sight of my naked body. He looks almost awestruck.
I let my legs fall open wider in invitation and start touching myself while he watches.