Bride of the Sea (The Prophecy of Sisters #2) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,30
move down the closure of the back of the dress I’m wearing.
“Soon you will have your own wardrobe,” he mutters as his lips and fingers travel down the center of my spine until the dress is loose enough to fall in a puddle at my feet.
His fingers span my hips from behind as his lips caress my lower back. Slowly, he spins me around. Looking down at him, I gasp at the fire that is burning in his gaze.
Tentatively, I lift my hand, my finger extending to trace the tattoos on the side of his face, the tribal designs send a shiver of desire throughout my entire body.
“Home,” I breathe.
He nods his head, shifting forward so that his mouth touches my belly. His eyes never leave mine, his lips hover above my skin as he speaks. “You will be my queen, Liv. You will carry my heirs.”
“What about my life, my family?” I ask.
He shakes his head once. “This is your family now, sváss.”
I want to tell him that this is most definitely not my family, but I decide not to nitpick. He has some ideas of grandeur, but I don’t know how long I’ll be here. It’s obvious that this is something magical that happened. While I know I should be freaking the fuck out, I’m not, yet.
“I am sending a man to scout for your sister,” he announces as his lips brush my belly with each word that he says.
“What?” I ask, my heart pumping incredibly fast at this news.
He chuckles. “I am. I wish to know more about this prophecy, what it truly means. I would like to learn as much as I can. If your sister is here, perhaps she knows something too?”
“Can I write a letter, send it with your man?” I ask.
His lips twitch into a smile as his eyes search mine. “Yes. He will leave in the morning, after speaking with me. I can hand deliver it to him for you.”
“I should go and write it immediately,” I practically squeal.
Aaric’s fingers squeeze my hips and he lifts his mouth, shaking his head a couple of times. “Nei, Liv. Not tonight.”
“Aaric,” I say, with the intent of whining, but his lips touch the mound of my pussy and the words on my lips completely fade away.
“Sit,” he demands.
My body does what he says. My legs spread before he even has to ask. I want what he is going to give me. I want his mouth on my body, bringing me pleasure. I want it all. He grins, wrapping his hands around the backs of my calves and slowly sliding them up the insides of my legs.
“Wider,” he gruffly demands.
Without an ounce of embarrassment, or hesitation, I scoot closer to the edge of the mattress and I spread my legs wider. He grins, his thumbs massaging the apex of my thighs moving closer and closer to my center. His thumbs separate me and I feel his breath against my pussy.
“Aaric,” I exhale.
“Sweetest sound I have ever heard is my name on your lips, sváss,” he rasps.
My eyes flutter closed, but his teeth nip my clit, they pop back open and I look down at him in surprise at his move. He grins up at me, but then the smile disappears and his eyes focus on mine.
“Never close your eyes, Liv. I want to see all of you, every square inch, including your eyes.”
Licking my dry lips, I nod my head a couple of times. “Okay,” I whisper.
Without another word, his mouth is between my legs again. Biting my bottom lip, I reach one of my hands toward his hair, twisting my fingers in his messy waves as I shift my hips closer to his face. I need more, so much more. He growls against me and the sensation sends heat throughout my entire body.
Everything is so hot again, my blood boils beneath the surface as I climb higher and higher toward my release. I try not to close my eyes, it takes everything inside of me not to pinch them closed as I find my climax, but I don’t.
Keeping my gaze connected with Aaric’s, I come. It’s hard, my body feels like it’s going to be ripped in two, and it’s otherworldly, which makes more sense now that I’m supposedly in some other world, a fact that I have not dealt with yet.
I’ve pretty much ignored the entire concept, deciding to look at this as an adventure, and too lost in lust to really delve