Aeromancist The Beginning (Second Edition) - Charmaine Pauls Page 0,29
and baby potatoes tossed in parsley butter before he excused himself to go for a workout in the gym.
She went to her room, got undressed, and slipped into bed. The weight of the ring rested heavily on her finger where her hand lay on top of the covers. It was weird to live with a stranger, yet she already felt a sense of familiarity. It seemed to happen quickly for them, maybe because Lann had a cunning ability to set her at ease.
She was still awake when she heard Lann’s bedroom door open. The water in his shower came on. A few minutes later, he opened the door between their rooms. She knew he would come, and now that he stood there, naked and aroused, her heart did a crazy dance while every inch of her skin heated.
He carried something in his hand that he left on the dresser. “This is yours.”
The silver box caught the light from the lamp. The hairclip. “Are those real rubies?”
“Yes.” He said it like her question surprised him. “Like the color of your hair.”
“I can’t accept it.”
“Why not?”
He walked to her, pulled the covers off her naked body, and stretched out on top of her just like the night before. His skin was cool. He smelled of soap and his spicy cologne. He brushed his hand down the side of her body, over her breast, hip, and thigh.
“Because it’s too valuable,” she said. “I could never give you anything in kind.”
He slipped a hand underneath her body to cup her ass. “I didn’t give you a gift because I expect something in return.”
“It doesn’t seem right.” She gasped as he slid his other hand between their bodies and cupped her sex.
“You have a strange idea of what’s right and wrong.” He rubbed his thumb over her clit. “When a man gives you a gift, say thank you and kiss him.”
Too engrossed with the feelings he was stirring in her body as he slipped a finger inside, she didn’t argue.
“So wet for me.” He lifted his head to look down at her as another finger joined the first.
The stretch made her whimper. The intensity of the sensation made her close her eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, Katherine, just a bit, and then I want to make love to you with my cock.”
Her moans grew louder as he started doing exactly that, but moving too slowly. It was delicious torture. She lifted her hips, seeking more, but he was taking his time. She was panting, her body craving the pleasure he’d bring. He kissed her, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and giving it a nip.
When her eyes flew open at the bite of pain, he said, “Keep those beautiful eyes open for me. I want to watch you come.”
He pulled out his fingers and positioned himself between her thighs. She expected him to take her hard, like the night before, but he entered her slowly, stopping after every inch to give her time to adjust to his size. He didn’t move, simply stretched her, observed her, until she started squirming underneath him in frustration. When she gripped his hips, trying to make him move, he took her hands and lifted them above her head.
“Tonight, I want to make love to you, krasavitsa.”
Their eyes remained locked as he inched deeper, making her gasp.
“I love watching your eyes when my cock stretches you,” he said in a low voice. “Your lashes flutter ever so slightly every time I move. And when I do this…” he pushed deeper, “…your pupils dilate. Yes, just like that. Do you know how expressive you are?”
She only whimpered as he tortured her further by giving her more, but not enough.
He took his time to enter her, and when her body had adapted fully, he started moving slowly.
She locked her knees around him. “Please, more.”
Tonight, he refused to be rushed. He kept his weight on one hand while the other found her clit again, rubbing the nub that ached with need. He started a massage that matched the pace of his body—long, deep strokes that brought her to the edge but left her hanging.
She gripped his hair, trying to bring his head down to hers, but he pulled back.
“I can’t kiss you, krasavitsa. I want to look at you.”
She shook with need. “Please, Lann.”
“Please what?”
“Please let me come.”
“Soon.”
When he increased his pace slightly, her body tightened with her pending release. The buildup was unrushed and torturously intense.