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Who was I kidding? He could bring on an orgasm with a wink. Or a flash of dimples.
Cold air kissed my nipples as he released them. Then my top rolled over my head and was history in one quick motion. Keltan’s eyes were fastened on me.
“Now I get to test my theory, Snow,” he growled, hand snaking down the flesh of my stomach and toying with the waistband of my shorts. “That you taste even better in the place I’m gonna be drowning in for the rest of the night.”
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t, really. I was paralyzed by him. By the touch, by the collection of moments that slowed my breathing and stoked a fire in me I didn’t even know I had.
Keltan’s lips worked their way down my stomach agonizingly slowly, toying with my aching core that yearned for him.
Then he gripped my shorts, pulling them and my panties quickly down my legs and off my body. He threw them off the bed so I lay naked before him.
Another hiss of breath as his eyes focused on the spot between my legs.
“Jesus, every part of you is beautiful,” he grunted.
Such an intense perusal of my most intimate part should have made me uncomfortable, but considering I was half-delirious with desire and waxed regularly, I didn’t care. In fact, the reverent gaze, the way his muscles bulged in his neck in response, it made my heart thump quicker, and my hands move from atop my head to clench my comforter in anticipation.
Keltan pushed my legs apart as far as they would go, settling between them so I was open to him.
Then he fastened his mouth around me, and I let out a strangled scream.
The reverent gaze and careful kisses leading up to this gave me the impression that this act itself would be slow and careful. Oh, it was far from that.
His mouth assaulted my core, in a furious intensity that had me barely able to see anything. I almost ripped the sheets in my hands with the abrupt wave of pleasure consuming me.
It took what seemed like seconds and years all at the same time for an orgasm to rip me away from reality and thrust stars in front of my vision as I rode the wave, not caring if I ever came down.
But I did.
And when I did, it was to Keltan’s mouth on mine, the taste of me bitter and sweet at the same time and somehow intensely erotic.
“I was right,” he growled, one hand biting into my hip, the other circling on my collarbone. “Your pussy, baby? Best thing I ever tasted.”
I blinked through my haze of desire, half-insane with need. “Need you inside me. Now,” I rasped, my voice near unrecognizable.
His eyes turned dark as I reached down and damn near clawed at his belt. He shifted slightly and made quick work of it, leaving his jeans on, the same desperation I felt in my soul dancing in his eyes.
He held himself up on an elbow, the veins in his neck pulsing as he poised at my entrance.
I writhed on the bed in frustration.
“You on something, babe?” he asked, voice tight.
I blinked twice. Birth control. Right. I hadn’t thought about, or even considered, such things. Luckily the past me had it sorted since I was sixteen.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Good,” he growled.
Then he plunged into me, filling me to the hilt with a brutal intensity that had me actually black out for a second.
Or maybe that was just the grip of his eyes, fastened on mine as he moved. Long, strong, hard strokes that rubbed against my sensitive flesh, building another orgasm at an alarming speed.
“Keltan,” I moaned as he owned me, possessed every inch of my skin.
“Fuck, Lucy,” he ground out, hand at my neck.
I scratched at his back, my nails sinking into his skin, needing to be closer, needing respite from the brutal wave of pleasure he was building.
“Harder,” I hissed.
He complied immediately, not worrying if I couldn’t take it; he watched my eyes and knew I could.
He slammed into me brutally. The headboard clanged against the wall in a far-off place, but that wasn’t where I was.
I was about to drown in the wave that was roaring up to me with every stroke.
“Come, now,” he ordered hoarsely.
I cried out as his command coincided with a thrust that rubbed right against my magic spot.
I did. Then I lost all control, all sense of anything but him and me and the fire and the waves.
From then I was ruined.
Or I had been since that night at the club.
Afterwards, neither of us seemed eager to go to sleep, to welcome unconsciousness or the harsh light of day.
Being tangled up in each other and the comfortable shadows that only the middle of the night offered to lovers was much more preferable.
