AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“It’s what I propose to do.”
“What?”
“Uncoil you.”
“Uncoil me?” Her head snapped back, her forehead scrunching. “What does that mean?”
“Your muscles need to go limp so you will know what the slightest relaxation truly is before we meet them. Then you’ll draw upon that memory when we are there.”
“And just how do you propose to uncoil me?”
He leaned forward and both of his hands slid along the sides of her neck, his breath hot on her cheek. “With this.”
He moved slightly to the left, his lips meeting hers. Not angry and raw like they were yesterday. Soft. Slow. Drinking in the essence of her. But still demanding, still wanting everything she was. She recognized it because it was impossible to deny that she wanted the exact same from him.
“Stop your mind, Pen—just feel. Feel my mouth on yours. My fingers on your skin.”
His lips parted, his tongue moving inward to taste her, and it drew a ragged mewl from her throat. Before she could stop herself, she was kissing him back, her tongue tangling with his as the stiffness along her jawline evaporated.
Prickles spread across her skin when his left hand moved to the back of her neck, his fingers threading up into her hair. The kiss deepened as his right hand dropped downward, his thumb grazing across her breast. The touch sent her nipple to harden—foreign, what the simplest stroke of his finger could do to her body. She leaned into his hand, wanting more, and she could feel him smile against her.
His face dropped, leaving her mouth, and for an instant she almost yanked his head upward, wanting more. Wanting more of him. But then his mouth landed on her neck, his tongue trailing swirls along her skin and sending shivers to scatter about the top of her head.
He shifted his right hand upward for a breath before finding the edge of her dress, and he slid his thumb behind it. Downward his thumb drifted. Finding her nipple, he circled it, toying with it for long seconds before he squeezed it.
She gasped at the touch—near to pain—but truly only sending fire down into her core.
“You liked that?” he asked, his lips never leaving her skin.
She couldn’t answer, only nod as her head fell back, giving him better access to her chest.
He chuckled, moving downward, his lips searing her skin on every spot they travelled. Downward. Farther. Until her breast was bared and his lips found her nipple. The fleeting curiosity of how her dress, stays and chemise had bunched down so easily flickered away as soon as it appeared.
She had to grip onto his shoulders to keep herself upright as his tongue twisted about the nub, making it strain for him. His right hand dipped down, pulling up her skirt, his fingers finding skin. His palm trailed upward along her outer thigh as his thumb traced a line on the front of her thigh. Her skirts went higher and higher until his thumb swung inward and he swiped along the skin of her inner thigh. The shock of the touch made her core tighten with a searing heat she couldn’t describe.
Couldn’t describe and didn’t understand.
When she didn’t understand something, it was sin—evil. It always was. All she had ever been taught by the Flagtons.
With a strangled breath, she pulled away from him. Pulled away even as her grip on his shoulders tightened. “This is wrong, Strider. So wrong.”
He lifted his head to her, the warm brown of his eyes boring into her. “Does it feel wrong, Pen?”
She gave the slightest shake of her head. “No…but…”
He stood straighter, staring down at her as his hand lifted and he dragged his thumb across her swollen lower lip. “What the hell did they do to your mind? To your soul? This isn’t going to send you to hell—the exact opposite, if I do it right.”
“Do what right?”
He leaned in, his eyes locked on her as his forehead brushed against hers, the heat of his breath twisting with her exhale. “Do you trust me?”
“I always have.”
“Do you want this? Want what I can show you? Without listening to what years of preaching on sin and damnation have done to your soul? You wanted more out of life, Pen, and I can give you that. What do you want?”
What did she want? There was only one answer to that. An answer that hadn’t changed in years. “I—I want you.”
His mouth crashed into hers as his hands went to her back, pulling loose the laces along the spine of her dress faster than he had tied it. He slid it off her body, then deftly loosened her stays and peeled down her chemise before the kiss broke between them.
