That barrier was a reality I felt slipping away.
Cascading us both into a dangerous oblivion neither of us could deny.
“Aflora,” I murmured, my teeth skimming her lower lip.
I should stop this.
Should roll off the bed and walk out the door.
But fuck if my body would listen to my mind.
There’d been ample opportunities for her to access my power. Why would she do it now?
Because you’re distracted, a dark part of me reminded.
Only, she appeared just as distracted beneath me with her eyes closed, her body arching up into mine, seeking more.
I kissed a path down her neck, my incisors achingly close to her seductive pulse.
No, I told myself, quivering deep within. That’s not for you.
Oh, but the rest of her I could taste. Could lick. Could nibble. Could explore.
“Tell me to stop,” I whispered, my hands on the hem of her shirt, clenching harshly against the fabric. “Tell me to leave.”
She shook her head, her little pants of need music to my ears. “I’ve dreamt of this so many times,” she admitted, her voice breathy and so fucking sexy. “I want you, Kols. I know... I know the risk. I know this is wrong. I know we shouldn’t.” She groaned, her nails biting into the back of my neck as she caught my gaze. “But I need to know this. Please.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kols
Aflora’s grip tightened as she yanked me downward, her lips reclaiming mine, causing me to lose myself to her all over again.
Only this time, I welcomed the forbidden nature of our embrace.
I reveled in the sweet danger brewing between us.
Allowed it to seduce my senses and jerk me into the licentious promise of pure sin.
Her shirt disappeared, allowing me my first real glimpse at her pale skin. “So beautiful,” I mused, kissing a path downward to the lace of her bra. Her blue eyes burned with passion and need, eliciting a smile from me as I licked a delicate path along the crease of her breast. Her nails dug into my scalp, her breaths quickening as I drew the fabric aside with my teeth to reveal one stiff, rosy tip.
I gave it a tentative taste, a groan catching in my throat at the pure lust dilating her pupils in response.
“More,” she begged.
“More what, sweetheart?”
“Just more.” She writhed beneath me, her sweet body primed and ready from all our nighttime flirtations. I could almost feel her need inside me as if we were connected in an intimate pool of thought.
Her whimpers were music to my ears, encouraging me to suck her nipple deep into my mouth. “Kols!” she cried out in response, tossing her head backward on the bed in a rapturous wave.
I nibbled the tip before repeating the action on her other taut peak, my palm cupping her opposite breast and giving it a tender squeeze. Fuck, she was responsive, her entire body vibrating with desire beneath mine from barely any attention to her tits.
All those fantasies taught me what she enjoyed.
But they also gave her insight into my preferences as well, which she proved by hooking her fingers into the waistband of my pants and shoving them downward in a bold move. That exposed my cock.
She didn’t apologize.