Astaroth met me stroke for languid stroke as I explored his mouth, allowing me to relax against him and learn how we fit. Kissing him was natural, like we’d done it for years. He kissed me as though he knew all my secrets, unlocking each one to make them secrets of his own. We moved against each other in rhythmic waves that grew stronger and faster, and I knew all too well that I was about to be sucked into a riptide there was no saving me from.
Breaths heavy, our hands roamed one another, moving with the fervor of our mouths. Finally, Astaroth broke the kiss, and I gasped for air as he trailed kisses down my neck to my collar bone. That luscious hair I’d been aching to touch slippedthrough my fingers as I gripped his head and arched against him.
“I have waited so long to touch you,” he whispered against my skin.
His fingers slid up the outside of my exposed thigh, over the dress, and coming to rest beneath my breast. With a light stroke, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over my nipple before nipping it through the silk. My back jerked off the floor as I cried out.
Astaroth gripped the straps of my dress and pulled them down, trapping my arms at my sides, and revealing my breasts. He stared at my chest before cupping me and running his thumbs along their undersides with the slightest touch. Jerking his gaze to mine, he sucked one into his mouth and hummed. I nearly came unhinged.
“I want to see all of you.” He sat back on his heels, straddling my body, and tugged at the straps of my dress trapping me further. A growl of frustration rumbled out of him as he fought with it.
My breasts jiggled as I squirmed to get free, distracting him. “Focus!”
He smirked and pulled the knife from his boot, severing the straps and freeing my arms. “Bobbins can fix it later.” He grabbed the hem of the dress and stood, slipping it from body and leaving me lying on the fur rug in my underwear.
The breath rushed from his lungs as his gaze traveled from the tips of my toes to my face. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on.”
My heart raced when he dropped the dress revealing how excited he was. He unbuttoned his jacket and slid it off. Grabbing the scruff of his shirt, he tugged it over his head and threw it to the side, but I was too focused on the goblin trying to escape his pants to enjoy the show.
In a blip, he scooped me off the floor and set me on the bed even with his crotch as he shucked his pants. My eyes widened as he straightened, and I came face to cock with him. It jerked, and I jumped. Dear lord, there would be no coming back from this, like losing my virginity all over again.
I scrambled backward as he climbed on the bed and prowled toward me. “Astaroth,” I whispered frantically as I put space between us. My back hit the wall, and I froze looking for an escape.
“Calista,” he purred. Astaroth’s movements were graceful and reminded me of an exotic feline. His mane of hair and miniature goblin swayed with him as he crawled nearer.
“We need to talk about this,” I said.
The devious smile that spread over his face said otherwise. “We’re beyond that,” he said, gripping my ankles and pulling me toward him. “Unless you’re saying fuck me and more.”
I took in a breath to respond, and his mouth crashed into mine as he fell between my legs and pinned me with his body. His hands and mouth distracted me from the eminent decimation awaiting me, burning me hotter and hotter. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he kissed down my stomach and ran a finger over the lace thong between my legs. My thighs quivered when he slipped beneath it and felt what he was doing to me.
“I didn’t get to enjoy these.” His breath burned my skin through the flimsy material. I popped my head up as he peeled them down. “Another time.”
With little kisses and nips that made me tremble, he worked his way up the insides of my legs. If he moved any slower, I would scream. I was so caught up in each excruciating second that the anticipation alone was about to set me off. Astaroth reached the apex of my thighs and ran a finger through my folds. I twitched and sucked in a breath as he held it up. It glistened in the low light.
He rubbed his fingertips together. “There is no denying how you feel about me anymore, Calista.”
I didn’t want to think about how I felt about him. It only led to why I was here and confused me more. I just wanted to feel him.
“I’ll be able to deny it if you don’t hurry up and finish what you started.”
His fingers stopped moving, and he turned his head in that creepy way that set my nerves on end.
“Your wish is my command.”
“That wasn’t a—” A moan tore from my lips as Astaroth’s tongue glided over my center.
My fingers tangled in his hair as his lips and tongue explored me. Every lave, nip, and suck was a calculated movement to figure out what I liked and disliked. Head thrashing, I would reach the precipice only to have him change tactics and start all over again.
“Astaroth,” I panted. “I can’t. Take anymore.”
“Call me Roth,” he mumbled against my tender flesh, teasing my opening with a finger.
“Please,” I begged. He raised his chin and stared at me. I ground the name between my teeth, chewing on it to taste the flavor. It was too personal, and he knew it. The tip of his finger slid inside me, and I sighed. “Roth.”
Then the whole world crashed around me. He did things with his mouth and fingers that no other man could compete with. Not in my past. My future had a bleak outlook. This time when I reached that peak, I toppled over it a delirious mess, free falling into oblivion. Heart whooshing in my ears, I lifted my head up and tried to get my bearings. I sucked in a breath at the carnal gaze that met mine.
“You will call me Roth in our quarters.” He lazily wiped his face against the inside of my thigh, then bit it. Something about that was so fucking sexy and turned me on. “Understand?”
