Page 132 of A Whisper of Cinders

My need for him is all consuming and before I can change my mind, I break up our kiss and start tugging him along, away from the dance floor, where I don’t see my friends anymore, out of the courtyard, up to the stairs that lead to my room.

Once we reach my hallway, Aramis picks me up with ease and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, place my hands on his cheeks and pull his mouth to mine.

We’re inside my room in a heartbeat and he moves towards the bed, sitting down as I straddle him. His erection is prominent and since my most sensitive parts now touch him there, the feeling is divine.

My hips start to glide back and forth and he moans into my mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this powerful, a man, moaning beneath me because of what I do? Fucking wild.

His teeth catch my lower lip as his hands slide up my back and when he softly bites down and I see the need in his eyes, I know what to do next.

My fingers — who tremble just slightly — open the first button. He lets go of me and leans back on his hands, giving me enough space and the time to do this at my own pace.

I push down his shirt down his strong arms and admire my current view. How I would love to…

Oh, but I can.

I bring my face down, just above his waistband and start licking my way up his abs, across his pecs, to end at his throat, sinking my teeth in the soft skin there.

His body shudders beneath me. “Maily,” he whispers, his voice somehow even lower.

“Do you like it?”

He freezes. “Do I…dear moons, gorgeous.” he takes one of my hands and places it right on his hard length. My eyes go big. “Do you feel what you’re doing to me?”

I bite my lip and he stands up, turns us around and lays me down on the bed. His bodyweight presses down into me and his lips leave mine, only to draw a path from my jaw, trailing down my throat, his breath hot against my skin. I arch beneath him, nails dragging across his back.

Feeling there’s too much fabric between us, I start with removing my mesh top. He’s seen this much of me already, but feeling his hands roam my stomach is a new sensation to me.

His lips trail a path along my collarbones, the curve of my breast, remaining eye contact to see if I’m okay with it all. My nipples pebble through the fabric of my bandeaux top and I nearly rip it off myself, just as Aramis lowers his mouth and sucks.

Dear moons.

He roughly pushes his tongue against the sensitive bud and flicks back and forth. My core aches painfully and the little satin black string Neo made me wear is drenched.

I move my hands to the button of my trousers and Aramis lifts himself off me to give me better access. Instead of continuing with what I am wearing, my hands find his button and open it.

A finger lifts my chin up, eyes full of desire meet mine that mirror the same. “You don’t have to do this for me, gorgeous, you know that right? I’m fine with whatever you want. You drive me insane either way.”

I don’t think my heart could get any fuller. I place my hands on both sides of his face and place a soft kiss on his lips. “I want this,” I whisper against his lips. “If you want it as well.”

He takes my bottom lip in his mouth and nibbles on it, gently pressing down. “Say no more, baby.”

Aramis lowers himself until he’s halfway down my body and continues where I stopped before, opening the zipper so excruciatingly slow. His knuckles touch parts of me no one has ever touched before. He steps away and tugs off my shoes, sliding my trousers down my legs until they’re on the floor.

He slowly takes in my body, gaze roaming over every single inch of me and finally ends on the little black thong I am wearing.

Aramis chuckles low, biting his lip as his hands twitch beside him. As if the inability to touch me would hurt him. “Dammit gorgeous, the little panties? I’m breaking over here.”

Thank you, Neo.

Although by the way his eyes are still taking everything in, I could’ve worn the most basic underwear ever and he still would’ve been in awe.

He places one knee on the bed and starts tracing me with the tips of his fingers, from my foot up, dropping kisses on my ankle, the inside of my knee. I take off my top while he’s watching, take his non-occupied hand and bring it to my breast. His hands feel like magic on its own, my back arching into his touch wanting more, more, more!

“Promise me one thing, gorgeous, okay?”

“Mhm.” He could ask me anything at this point and I’d probably say yes.

“If I do something you don’t like or I am hurting you or anything like that, tell me.”