“Gah!” I spun around. The devil was staring at me, held up on his elbow, head resting on his palm. His hungry stare was raking over me, undressing me. “You gave your gentleman’s word.”
He gave a half shrug. “I’m also a spy who knows how to lie well. I’ve told you more than once.”
“You sodding bugger.” I playfully tossed him my shoe, but he snatched it before it hit him. “And it’s not blue but mauve.”
“My apologies. Come closer. I can’t see the colour properly.” The amusement was gone from his voice. Now it was all smoky sin.
I strolled towards the bed, but not too close. “Am I close enough now?”
He shook his head. “Closer.”
I took another step. “Now?”
“Closer.”
My legs touched the border of the bed. “Now?”
“Closer.”
I sat on the edge, the skirt of my chemise riding up my legs. “Now?”
He wrapped his fingers around my wrist and stroked it with a light touch. “Closer.”
“Roy.” A mix of fear and want peppered my body. “We agreed that we have stopped…this.” I wasn’t sure what to call our non-relationship. We weren’t friends, but we weren’t lovers either, and it didn’t look like we were ever going to be.
“I know.” He brought my hand to his lips and whispered the softest of kisses over my knuckles. “I always keep my promises, except when it comes to you. You’re my weakness.”
Delicious tingles travelled up my arm and straight to places that shouldn’t tingle. “That doesn’t sound romantic at all.”
“It’s not supposed to be romantic.” With a gentle tug, he pulled me towards him until I was lying on the bed next to him. “It’s supposed to burn.”
It bloody did. I was on fire when he kissed my inner wrist, cupping the back of my head. He drew me down for a kiss, but paused a breath away from my mouth.
I had the chance to say ‘no’ and withdraw from him, if I wanted to. Except that I didn’t want to. As he’d said, it was supposed to burn. Then I’d let it burn to ashes with the wind fuelling the fire.
I kissed him. He kissed me back. Softly at first, then he pressed his mouth harder against mine. It wasn’t the sweet kiss he’d given me in the dining hall, but a possessive, voracious claim. He was marking me with his lips, teeth, and tongue, his fingers tangling in my hair. There were very good reasons why I should stop him. But I couldn’t remember them anymore.
As I ran my fingers through his damp silky hair, I stroked his tongue with mine, pressing my breasts against his chest. The deep groan that rumbled out of him rasped over my skin. It was the first time we were kissing and touching each other in weeks, and my hunger was a roaring blaze. I had to keep it down though, not wanting to make the same mistake as the last time when I’d scared him into stillness. He shifted his weight, pushing me on the bed. Without breaking the kiss, he was stretching on top of me, the position which he was comfortable with, I supposed.
His hand lowered the strap of my chemise and caressed the curve of my shoulder. Then his lips followed the same path as his hands, scattering shivers along my body. I rocked my hips when he bunched my shift up, baring my thighs. Delicate fingertips caressed my legs, pausing on my inner thigh and the heated flesh at my core. My drawers grew damp the more he touched me.
I moaned when his hand went up until he cupped my breast, his thumb teasing the taut tip. I arched my back on impulse, thrusting my aching breast deeper into his palm. A shock of sensations rushed through me, stirring my beast; she was purring with desire and desperation to get closer to him. I gasped when his mouth closed around my nipple through the fabric of my chemise. He sucked the hardened tip gently, rolling it between his teeth. Little moans escaped my lips, and I might have begged him to do more.
Impatient hands pulled the fabric of my chemise away, baring my heated skin, then his warm, hot mouth was on my naked breast, since I’d removed my hallowed silk suit earlier. I gripped his biceps, raking my fingernails over them as his tongue drew another tremor from my body, spreading more wetness in my drawers. He paused to inhale deeply, his eyes closed, his lips parting, as if he were catching the sweetest scent he’d ever smelled. With his pupils turned into vertical slits, he spread my legs wide. With a tug that held no gentleness, he yanked my underwear down, ripping the fabric. I was naked and exposed to his hungry gaze, but I didn’t have time to feel self-conscious because he dipped his head and devoured me. Like that time in the forest, his voracious mouth was on me, licking and sucking at my most heated flesh. My back arched impossibly high as I balled my fists over the bed sheets. He cupped my buttocks in a firm grip, holding me in place. Even though I squirmed and writhed, his assault didn’t slow down. His tongue delved deep into me, seeking the source of my scent, always hungry. As I turned my head, the pillow absorbed my scream of release, a savage energy that shuddered through me, leaving me satiated and broken at the same time. Hot pulses shuddered through me as he rubbed my nub with the pad of his thumb. He bit the inside of my thighs, nipping the trembling flesh with his fangs. Lord, what was it about his fangs that caused another ripple of pleasure through me? With his gaze on my face, he kissed his way up to my nipple again and sucked it into his hot mouth. My beast was howling for him to be inside me, but I forced my movements to be slow and deliberate. He had to be in control. Panting in anticipation, I pushed down his black suit. He let me do it, propped on his elbows over me. My mouth grew dry at the sight of him. His sheer size was disconcerting, and for a moment, I wondered how he could fit inside me. It’d be painful. There was no way I could accommodate him. But when I wrapped my hand around his length and he let out a deep growl of pleasure, only the sensation of our connection spread through me. Desire swelled his muscles as his panther lurked under the surface. I stroked him with slow movements, learning his shape and gauging his reactions. A white glint in his mouth heralded the extension of his fangs. I rubbed his blunt silky tip with the pad of my thumb, spreading the wetness gathering there, and watched fascinated as the perpetual tension tightening his features slackened, replaced by pleasure.
“Come here,” I whispered, stroking him further. I wanted to taste him, like he’d done with me, but I didn’t want to straddle him or be on top of him. If he came to me, if he was in complete control, he wouldn’t panic. Darkness spilled in his irises as he inched himself higher. I parted my lips and licked my bottom one, making my intentions clear. Thanks, Gladys, for telling me about blowjobs. The thought of wrapping my mouth around a man’s shaft had always repulsed me. That was why it was called a job, right? But with Roy? I was getting wetter the more I looked at his thick length.
His heady scent was like a blanket enveloping me, thick and protective. The closer he moved, the more his scent dampened the air. Heady and masculine, and intoxicating.
He guided his length into my welcoming mouth, inch by inch. I moaned when his taste hit my tongue. Like his blood, there was a smoky richness to him that made me want more. I ran my tongue over his tip and length, sucking while stroking his lean hips. Oh, the sounds he made. With each stroke of my tongue, his control broke, piece by piece, his beast calling out mine. His body tensed like a rope, and his breath punched out of him in hard pants, as if he were sparring. The deeper I took him into my throat, the more he growled. A mix of curses and incoherent words came out of him.
When he went to withdraw from me, I gripped his waist and held him in place. I wanted to ride it with him all the way.
“Kristin.” My name was a rough sound on his lips as little spasms caused him to jerk forward and spill into my mouth.
I swallowed him deeper, harder, sucking every last drop. The sucking and his desperate, muffled cry of ecstasy triggered a new release from me. It went through my body in waves, matching his pleasure. I squeezed my thighs together, letting the energy flow between us. When he was empty of his release, he shifted back and collapsed next to me, his face in the crook of my neck.
“Fuck, Kristin,” he whispered against my skin.