CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
AZURA
Azura no longer grappled with the idea of being a passionate woman. She placed the idea of pleasure aside for so long, putting her grief and Martin’s grief ahead of herself at every given opportunity.
Meeting Onyx had allowed her to reacquaint herself with the natural, sexual being that was clawing to get out and break free.
She felt it as Onyx backed her against the bed, kissing her intensely, their tongues flicking about wildly. She moaned his name, and he moaned in return, a spectacular serenade of pleasure.
They began helping one another undress slowly. Azura had learned to savor the anticipation, to admire her lover's body and scent before plunging deep into each other. Still, she was feeling impatient, trying to be delicate with Onyx’s dress shirt.
“Stubborn bastard,” she whispered.
Onyx chuckled as he expertly removed her blouse, letting her skin be exposed and free into the airy room. He helped her with his shirt and then whipped it off himself.
“Damn, you’re good at that,” she said, sliding her tongue between her teeth.
“I can never wait too long to see you naked,” he crooned.
Azura felt her loins throb at the sound of his creamy voice and knew that her time of being patient was over.
She pressed herself against his body, kissing his hard chest as he found the zipper on her skirt, sliding it down slowly. She let out a gasp when he slid the fabric down along with the thong she had been wearing.
“Jesus,” he whispered.
They fell back against the bed, kissing each other fiercely. Azura parted her legs so she could feel his bulge pressing through his pants and rubbing against her yearning bulb.
“Oh, Onyx,” she moaned.
Onyx gave her a snarl before he began trailing his lips down her neck. She shoved her hips against him and writhed around, her erogenous zones all on fire from his wet mouth. He moved with nips and bites over her collarbone, then rested on the top of her breasts.
“Onyx,” she crooned, throwing her head back between the pillows. “Please, don’t stop.”
Onyx’s fingers found their way between her breasts, marveling at them and their spectacular shape, then he unclasped her bra with an abrupt snap.
Azura gasped, aroused by the sight of her glorious orbs spilling out of her body.
Onyx brought his mouth to her nipples with a naughty look. Azura was breathing heavily, trying to press herself against him with ferocious urgency.
“What, you mean like this?” he growled.
He slid his hand between her legs and used two fingers to begin swirling her clit. He enveloped his mouth over one of her breasts, too, sucking and worshiping every magnificent curve that God had given her.
Azura felt like a demon had possessed her body.
“Oh, fuck!”
The sight of a devilishly sexy man adoring her tits with his strong hand between her aching heat was enough to send Azura over the edge. She shoved her hips up and moved in a circular motion with his movements, all the while running her fingers through his hair aggressively.
“Baby, that’s so good,” she moaned.
Azura moved her body around the silky texture of the bed. She closed her eyes as she wallowed in the sensual indulgence of her man, not feeling a single inclination of shame or guilt.
It was what he had done for her, not only in the bedroom, that enhanced the pleasure to incredible heights. He had cared about her brother and acknowledged the loss that had turned her world upside down.
Now, they were making love in the house that she had dreamed of remaking. And it was all perfect.
Azura’s climax tickled at her center. It rose, then fired through her limbs like fireworks. She bellowed loudly, her cries echoing through the elegant home, pulling at her lover's hair like the animal she had finally embraced.