Chapter 123 Not a trick
My gaze fell from his face, trailing the length of his torso hanging over me. The large beefy arms, broad, broad chest with muscles so firm they shifted visibly under his tan skin every time he moved.
I ached to touch him.
He never let me, even though I saw Hale touch him all the time. I wanted to trace his body and feel him everywhere.
“Let your hair down,” I whispered, deciding not to push my luck.
He blinked, surprised that it would be my request. “You like my hair down?”
“I like your hair.” I felt the heat creeping up my cheeks as he took one hand back and brought the single braid over his shoulder. He started to unbraid his hair as we held each other's gaze.
“How long have you had it?”
“Since I was a boy,” he had that rare look I would have called shy if dragons could be shy. “It was fashionable at the time. I am surprised you would…”
He paused, and his eyes suddenly burned brighter, like someone had turned the light in them all the way up.
Right now, he was staring at me with that strange look he had begun to give me lately. Finally, he shook his hair loose and it tumbled all around him.
Then he stretched out over me again, his skin just the right level of warmth for an LA winter morning. My eyes closed briefly to the sensation of our naked skin brushing, just brushing. It was an electric sensation all on its own.
“Touch my, Lys,” He whispered in my ear, his hand returning to that slit below, tenderly caressing it open. “I want you to be certain that this is teal. Touch me.”
My hands shook a little as I brought them up, feeling surreal. Goosebumps covered my skin the moment I sunk my fingers in his hair.
“So soft.” I gasped in awe, and he chuckled into my neck and kissed me there. His hair was even silkier than Hale's, Hale's hair that literally spilled through your fingers like air.
His kiss on my neck turned to sucking, licking as his fingers caressed me below and then pushed into me suddenly.
My voice carried above us, my chin tilting to the ceiling as my knees fell further apart.
“You’re all like I imagined.” He inhaled, prying deeper, curling his fingers in that distinct way that made my hips buck off the bed. “Beautiful.” He moved his lips and pressed them against mine.
Then I opened my eyes to find him staring at me in wonder. My skin flushed.
“You're so bloody precious.”
I felt so light I could have floated if his weight was not holding me down. The intensity in his voice, the way he looked at me. I had never felt more beautiful, more special.
“I want to savor your body, sweet wife.” He started to drag his lips down my neck, forcing me to tilt my chin skyward again. “Will you let me do that?”
“Yes,” I whispered, shutting my eyes tight to the sweet sensation of his tongue, making a slow descent toward my chest. Then he kisses my nipples.
My chest heaved with quickening breaths as I watched him move from left to right, and then he gave my nipple a gentle bite.
“Fuck.”
“There,” he hissed. “If you keep saying that, you could get in real trouble. But I also don't want you to stop.” His tongue swirled around the peak of me, hot and teasing.
My hands dropped from his hair to his back, feeling the strength and hardness of it, the heat from the muscles shifting beneath his skin while his tongue began to spin a spiral around my nipples, making them even harder.
Inside me, his fingers picked up pace. Like a motor coming alive, stroking my front wall urgently just as his warm mouth latched onto me and sucked till I was a writhing, squirming mess under him.
“I want an image of you like this. I will carry it in my pocket everywhere.”
I could hear him, but not really.
Because he had just introduced his thumb to my clit, caressing a wet circle around the hood while his fingers continued to stroke, insistently, against that sweet spot that caused my legs to shake and my nails to dig in his back.
I was close, so close. But I feared he would deny me again. That was the movement he released my nipple and caught my neck between his teeth.
My body broke. After days of denial, my body literally broke like a cookie in neat equal halves.
The tingling-sweet sensations were in my head, my teeth, behind my eyes, tingling inside my bones and ticklish at my toes like the feather he had used there days ago.
And then I lay still, panting.
When I opened my eyes again, I was swimming in euphoria. Even the room looked different, like it had been painted in rainbows.
“Believe me now?” He sat back on his heels, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. He sucked on them while staring right in my eyes.
“Yes.” I swallowed. “Sir.”
“We will stick to Mordaine when it is just both of us. Except I demand otherwise.” He leaned in again, covering my body with his own, and then he took my lips.
“Taste yourself.” He murmured against me. “See how sweet you are, and why your pussy is about to be in real demand in the near future.”
I shivered at his words as his tongue chased mine, leading it in an improvised dance. I caressed his shoulders, feeling his side delts and getting wet all over at the realization that this was real, I was in the arms of such a powerful man.
“Are you relaxed now?” He pulled away after a final hard suck on my bottom lip.
I nodded. He smiled and slid down my body. Still staring in my eyes, he grabbed my calves on both sides and then his head disappeared between my legs.