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His name sealed between us as his lips collided with mine. Ilias’s hands grabbed my head as our mouths danced in a crazed rhythm that matched the fast speed of my heartbeat. I relished on the feeling of his lips, soft yet firm against mine, the way they took, the way they nipped, the way they brought me to life.
The roughness of his scruff scratched my sensitive skin, mixing the burning sensation with hunger, and as his mouth parted and lowered to the nape of my neck, I gasped at the blissful plea of my body.
My hands couldn’t stay still anymore, and they reached for his hair and gripped his soft, full locks as they entwined around my fingers. His mouth continued to nip and awaken a thrilling buzz on my neck, and my lips parted each time it became oversensitive. I couldn’t take it anymore, and a hushed moan slipped.
His hand moved to the back of my head, tilting it as his lips came back for another taste and meeting my eager lips.
Ilias tasted like pleasure, his lips felt like a promise, and his tongue… His tongue held the edge of wicked ecstasy.
And I was falling into the abyss with only a kiss. It strengthened my need for him, my want to have him, and the stir of feelings crashed, evolved into not wanting to let go.
I wasn’t the only one who could feel the change. If anything, I’d learned Ilias was not good with words. He showed me with the way his kiss swirled with yearn and held me as if he couldn’t resist to be apart.
With one hand wrapped around the nape of my neck, the other fell on my waist. His heavy palm easily held my side, and with a jerk motion, he tried pulling forward. I was tugged back in place by the seat-belt.
Ilias pulled back from my lips, our heads resting on one another while our breaths mingled in haste.
“You are high with the adrenaline of the chase,” he rasped, and I was already shaking my head at his next words. “And I understand, but I’m greedy, selfish. I am not a gentleman, Davina. And this is when you can walk away, sleep in the bedroom with a closed door until the sun rises.”
I stared into his eyes, and a breathless snicker tumbled out before feathering his lips with mine.
“I’ve been in this high since the first day I stared into your eyes.”
“Davina,” he warned.
“And you are wrong, you can be a gentleman, but I hope not in the bedroom.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed and the edge of his eyes darkened while whites and light aquas speckled around his pupils.
While we stayed with no space in between, he gritted, “And where would that be, Davina?”
Trapping my lip with my teeth, I mustered the courage to say the words, to bring my thoughts to life by giving them power to be heard without shame.
“Above your sheets and underneath your body.”
His breath stilled. “Get out.”
The tone of his voice left no hesitation for my hand to reach the door handle, but Ilias was already out of the car. Climbing out, I followed his trail inside the house and closed the same door he stepped through. The lighting was low with only a glowing light illuminating the clean and masculine interior of the house, but Ilias wasn’t in sight. I continued walking as my chest heaved with anticipation because I knew Ilias hadn’t changed his mind. After all, he warned me, and I happily didn’t listen.
I found his back facing me as he pushed a code into a small square by the front door, “alarm-stay.” The home alarm echoed inside the walls of the house, and a chill ran over my body.
Ilias’s footfalls ricocheted against his hardwood flooring as he headed to the dark staircase. He stopped briefly on the first step and lowered his head, his face tilted to the side. I was sure he could see me standing, watching, even if his eyes weren’t on me. It was the only acknowledgment he gave me before he continued his way up. But it was enough. It said it all.
He wasn’t pushing, and he was not denying me.
It was my choice.
And I followed the trail of temptation. With each foot step I took up the dim stairs, the more my blood rushed, causing the tips of my fingers to go numb and my teeth to trap my lower lip.
There were four doors in total, but only one was cracked open, where light penetrated out into the hall.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and with a smile playing on my lips, I headed toward the door.
The door silently slid open, and I leaned over the frame, taking a deep breath. His room was tidy, nothing stood out of place. There were no picture frames or books. The only thing that made this room his was the lingering scent of sandalwood.
Ilias was in the far corner by the window, shirt discarded on top of a basket, eyes out on the road. The street lights and moonlight shone over his sun-kissed skin, while the bedside lamp illuminated the black furniture and the rest of the room. Taking my time to watch him, I remembered the first time I met him, and the way I looked over his skin for any ink markings on his body. I had done it to know if I could trust him, if I would find the same markings I was running from, the same people I was hiding from. But with his back toward me, he was still clean of such things. And the sight of his back muscles and clean skin only heightened my attraction.
“You don’t have any tattoos.” My statement was true even if I hadn't seen the rest of him. With his jeans hanging low on his hips, his body twisted slowly in place, confirming it.
