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His hand slowly slides up my body from my waist, not gripping it but brushing it until he settles his hand on my cheek. I am captivated, the beating of my heart singing to give in for once, just give in.
It has been too long.
I reached out and took his opposing hand, forced it onto my thighs, and then glided it between my legs. He grinned wildly, then pressed his fingers lightly over my slacks in the area where my clit was aching.
My mouth gaped and released a rapturous gasp.
“Yes, Verrin, please,” I moved my mouth to his, his breath tingling over my wet lips. “I want you to fuck me. I need it so bad.”
He growled and then captured my mouth in a passionate and sensual kiss. I moan under his power, his open mouth that pleads for mine, our tongues tangling in a frenzied dance of urgency. I have opened the floodgates, and years of bottled-up anger, sadness, passion, guilt, and lust burst forth into this waiting demon.
I lifted my hands to his handsome face and laid back on the rug, feeling him pull my leg up to wrap around his waist as we made out feverishly in front of the blazing fire. The clothing covering my skin is suddenly exasperating, and I need to be naked, to be wrapped around Verrin and his warm, mystical skin.
His tongue is long and delightful, swirling around my mouth as I moan and writhe under his weight. As if he read my mind, he runs his hand once again up my waist, but this time moves under my fleece sweater to my bare skin. His touch is electric, and I groan into his mouth, feeling him smile with triumph under my lips.
“Tell me what you like, baby,” he murmured, sliding the tip of his fingers up my belly.
I am a tangle of naughty thoughts, bathing in unhinged greed, something I normally never allow. But the taste of Verrin’s lips, the feel of his hard cock on my thigh, and his sensuous and dark voice have breathed life into that part of me.
His fingers found my bra, and he moved up to cup one breast with undeniable strength. I moan into him, and it encourages my demands.
“I want your mouth on me,” I whisper, a voice of hunger my ears barely recognize. “Start on my breasts and go down on me.”
Verrin is clearly satisfied, grabbing hold of my lower lip and suckling briefly before moving his mouth to my neck. As he kisses my nape, I arched my back with anticipation, reaching my hands into my hair and releasing it from the scarf.
My burning flow of hair spills onto my shoulders, and Verrin responds immediately. He runs a hand up into my locks, intertwining them with his long fingers.
“Mmm, you are so delicious, Jenna,” he groaned.
He buried his nose into my hair, shaking it back and forth, and I let out a giggle. It sounds strange to me because it is authentic, unencumbered by pain.
He pushed himself into my neck, nipping and kissing the sensitive erogenous zone. It feels glorious, as does his hand that has begun massaging my breast, the nipple beneath the fabric is hard and desperate.
“Fuck, you’re sexy, baby,” he groaned, moving his mouth down to my stomach.
I arched my back. One hand was still rubbing over my slacks, and the other was moving more firmly on my breast over my bra. The fire beyond us continues to crackle and spit sparks, a perfect metaphor for our combusting passion.
Verrin’s lips trail up the center of my torso like a forest fire following a line of gasoline. I ran my hands through his stark white hair, shocked at what I was doing but thrilled beyond anything I’d ever experienced.
He found the line of my bra with his mouth and pushed the sweater up and over my head. He tossed it aside, then sat between my legs, grinning with a maddening appetite.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” he hissed.
I feel like a goddess on display for a loyal knight. I haven’t felt sexy in so long. I thought I’d forgotten how.
I gazed up at him from beneath my eyelids, sultry, dirty, craving. With one hand, I reached behind my back and expertly snapped my bra open. Verrin’s cherry-red glowing eyes returned with a fury when my breasts fell out.
“Oh, the Seven,” he whimpered.
My breasts were free, and Verrin wasted no time in gobbling them up, one by one, his hot, wet mouth taking my nipples in and flicking them with his tongue in wonderfully fast circles.
I called out his name and curled my body against his, pulling his head into me harder, wrapping my legs around him like an octopus. I writhed, moving my body up and down like a wave. Every movement Verrin made with hands, lips, or tongue is potent and disarmingly sexy.
“Mmm, yes, baby,” I moan. “Oh, gods … that feels so good.”
He smiled as he sucked on my breasts, the tip of his cock moving closer to my core. I still have my slacks on, and he hasn’t ceased stroking my clit, teasing me mercilessly.
I raised my hips up to him, meeting his touch, attempting to forcefully encourage him to rip my pants off. But he stayed at my tits as if to study them and push my body into turmoil.
