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Beneath his hands was the softest, silkiest skin he’d ever felt in his life. Her panting breaths fluttered over his eyes and cheeks and mouth. He could smell the cherry and vanilla on her breath, like she had a delicious treat right before slipping into the room.
Just like he was about to have a delicious treat.
He leaned in, closing his eyes. He wanted to feel everything, right down to the ends of the hairs on his arms where her hands were holding him. When she’d said to keep his hands on her face, she’d meant it.
She was truly scared of revealing too much—or much of anything at all. But that wouldn’t matter in the long run. Soon, he would convince her that she had nothing to fear, that he was attracted to her soul.
And that convincing started with a kiss.
“I’m going to kiss you now, my Swan,” he breathed, the sensation of his lips brushing against hers made them both gasp softly. Damn, that sound made his body tighten, heat pooling in his groin, scorching through him until all nerve endings were raw and throbbing. That’s what she’d sound like beneath him as he explored her body with his tongue.
“Yes, please kiss me,” she whimpered.
In the dark, in the silence, he was blind only in sight, but he body could feel hers, his nose could smell her arousal, the scent of cherries and vanilla on her breath. Leaning in, closer…closer…until his lips brushed against hers again.
“Magic…” he whispered, then pressed his lips against hers again, harder, sucking her top lip in between his. Slowly, he tasted her. Cherry vanilla. Delectable.
Digging his fingers into the back of her head, he deepened the kiss, using lips and teeth to entice, enthrall, enslave, until she gasped, panting.
Then, he devoured. His tongue slid into the cavern of her mouth, owning it, taking, invading. She was timid at first, holding back, keeping a part of herself from him.
Fuck that, he wanted it all.
Using his thumbs, he held her jaw in place, forcing her to engage, to draw as he pushed, to pull as he gave, and they kissed and hungered and thirsted and quenched that thirst with one another.
His body was alive, strumming like a guitar with strings so tight one single stroke would make him snap.
Drawing back to nip her bottom lip, he breathed over her swollen lips, “You are killing me, baby.” Trembling against him, she moaned. “Let me touch you, please.”
He was begging. Because he desperately to feel her flesh beneath his twitching, eager hands.
He could feel her shake her head, her silky hair sliding between his fingers.
“N-no, you can’t,” she husked, her breathing labored as his was. “I’m not ready.”
Not yet, anyway.
“I’ll take what I can get, then,” he growled, slamming his mouth on to hers again.
Ravenous.
So fucking turned on, his cock was throbbing, precum leaking from the tip. Every movement, every tweak of muscle, vibrated through him to his painfully erect dick.
Forcing his every need into his kiss, he deepened it.
Ferocious in his desire for her, he feasted.
A loud clatter then a shout tore through the room, shattering the moment. Making them jump apart like two magnets with opposing poles. Terror surged. Someone was coming. Something or someone hit the wall just beside the door to the room where she was standing, vulnerable, with the man who could tear her world apart.
He wouldn’t. After that kiss, he’d be happy to know Swan is you.
But she couldn’t know that for sure.
Another loud bump against the wall. Much closer.
So much for the third floor being deserted.
Whoever they are, they probably had the same idea as you.
