Evermore Academy (Evermore Academy #3) - Audrey Grey Page 0,124
fire, he brushes his lips over the point of my neck where it meets my collarbone. The coolness slices through the heat, and my eyes snap open.
Lifting his head to meet my hungry stare, he guides me to the bed. I am acutely aware of every sensation as he glides his intense gaze over my body, clearly defined beneath the wet fabric.
“Summer.” He murmurs my name like a prayer, and then my mate, my best friend, my most loyal companion, reaches down, his knuckles grazing my thighs, still holding my stare, and begins to lift my dress. The damp fabric clings to my hips as it rises. My abdomen. My breasts. I draw up my arms and then the dress is gone.
Valerian swallows as he takes me in, his pale eyes half-feral, and yet, still somehow filled with love. He meets my gaze, again. Watching my face as he nears, my body shivering at his closeness, his fingers gliding over my rib cage to unclasp my bra.
It falls away.
A soft growl rumbles his chest as he pins me against the bed. His mouth crushes mine. His tongue parting my lips, gliding over the roof of my mouth, my teeth. I snag his bottom lip, now completely healed, and roll it between my teeth.
His snarl of delight reverberates through every part of me. His thumbs suddenly graze my lower belly and my mouth parts, releasing its prize. Laughing, he hooks my underwear and tugs them down. I kick out of them, heart pounding so loud it’s all I can hear, and settle back on the bed.
The only thing I’m wearing is the bracelet my mother gave me and a grin.
“Titania, save me,” he breathes, as he slips off first his shirt, and then his pants, “you’re beautiful.”
I glare at his boxer briefs until he takes those off, too. He tosses them to the floor.
“Come here,” I order, feeling disembodied. A different person.
He does as commanded, prowling over until he hovers above me. His hand gently guides my legs apart, and he settles between them. The coolness of his bare, muscled flesh bites into the feverish skin of my inner thigh, and I gasp.
For a wild heartbeat, he stares down at me. His midnight-blue hair is still damp, and it curls slightly at the edges. I reach up, stroke one long, angled ear, my finger pressing over the point.
His eyes narrow into half-slits of pleasure, his breath rushing out. “I thought of you every moment I was trapped inside that iron cage.”
“What, exactly, did you think about?” I tease, still stroking his ear, delighting in the way he presses his head into my hand.
“Lots of things,” he murmurs. “The way your eyes crinkle when you laugh. The way you blush and bite your lower lip when I look at you. Your intoxicating scent, like a garden in the middle of summer.”
“Is that all?” I persist, with a pout. “The way I laugh and smell?”
“Do you really want to know the other things?”
“Yes. I do.”
“I may have imagined kissing you,” he admits, his voice growly and low.
“Hard or soft?”
He hesitates, and then, “Hard.”
“Show me.”
His eyes go feral. “What my mate wants, she gets.”
A wicked grin carves his jaw and then his mouth captures mine. His lips force mine open, tongue spearing inside, teeth clashing. One hand grips my hair, gently tilting my head back as he claims me with deep, raw kisses.
“What else did you think about?” I breathe.
“Touching you. Every part of you.” His hand releases my hair and cups my breast, his palm cool and firm as he gently explores. His kiss deepens before his thumb flicks out and . . . holy hell, my entire body convulses.
“Where else did you touch me?” I murmur.
He glides his hand from my breast, fingers leaving trails of searing pleasure down my belly, and lets it settle between my thighs.
His tongue slips between my lips at the same time his finger slides inside me and—
I cry out, arching my back as waves of sticky summer heat converge against cool winter gales, forming a whirlwind of pleasure that slams through my pelvis.
“Valerian,” I cry, wanting more as that need builds and builds and builds, a starving beast awoken from a long slumber. “Valerian, please.”
He draws his head back, fingers still moving, the sweet pressure swelling between my hips, and meets my eyes. “Please, what?”
“More. I need more.”
“How much more?” he teases, arching a wicked midnight-blue brow.