The Prelude (A Musical Interlude Novel) - By Kasonndra Leigh Page 0,49
easing up on the torturous combination of breathy whispers and nibbles. “Answer me.”
“I—I, cannot believe you are asking me that right now,” I gasp out against his ear.
“Maybe you prefer his kiss over mine,” he says as he continues to nibble along my neck, avoiding my lips. One of his hands palms my crotch, massaging it. By instinct, I begin to grind my hips against him. "Did you hear what I said?"
Are you insane? “I don’t want anything Rafe has.”
“That’s not telling me what I want to know,” he says, his hand pushing harder against my crotch.
“I don’t want him to kiss me,” I answer.
Lifting up and relieving me of his heated attack on my neck, he glances deep in my eyes and says, “I’m asking for the permission to kiss you this time,” he whispers. I’m gasping too hard to say anything that would make sense, so I make a little nod of the head. I can't ever recall a time when I've been this attracted to a man before. Lust at first sight was always something I managed to hold at bay. I had control over myself. But Alek just does something inside me. “You’ll beg me to kiss these lips, before I’m done here,” he says as he runs a thumb over my mouth, a tease of the kiss I’m actually about to receive.
Holy hell! I believe every word he just said.
I cling to him, my legs still wrapped around his waist. The scent of his cologne and the feel of his hands exploring my body overpower me. Rafe doesn’t stand a chance against the way this man causes my desire to spiral out of control. But Alek’s kiss doesn’t involve my lips though; at least not the ones Rafe kissed anyway.
Moving his mouth down to my breasts, he sucks and nibbles on the exposed flesh. He mutters something in Russian that I don’t understand. “What did you say?” I ask through my panting breath.
“I said you’re fucking gorgeous,” he answers without easing up one bit. A groan escapes him, and the feel of his breath on my skin sends quivers through me: my nipples, my belly, between my legs. The Maestro has my body singing a song of pleasure, and I have no doubt he can work me over until we reach the end.
One of his hands slides down my left thigh, eventually finding its way up under my dress this time. My breath hitches as his fingers slides in-between my thong, parting the sensitive folds surrounding my clit. My belly squeezes and a small whimper escapes my lips. “Do you like the way I’m touching you, Erin?” He smiles, a wicked one as he uses the pad of his thumb to further arouse me. The circular motion not only makes me wetter, but it also sends little jolts of tense pleasure through my body, each one increasing in intensity over the last one. “I can’t hear you.”
“Yes!” I cry out, my body aching for more.
"I already knew the answer to that question. I just wanted to make you say it.” The arrogant fucker knows he has me right where he wanted me to be all along. He eases up his assault on my clit, leaving me writhing in afterthoughts and even a bit angry because he's taking so freakin' long to do as he says.
“Would you like for me to kiss you now?”
“Yes! Damn it! Yes, okay?” I shout.
Oh boy, I asked for it.
Crouching on his knees, he cradles my thighs and then lifts me up so that my legs are now spread apart and wrapped around his head. He wastes no time moving on to the kiss he promised me. I throw my head back against the couch as he starts to lick me. The pressure of his tongue and the heat of his mouth working together on my clit causes my legs to tremble furiously.
Dying on the floor isn’t an option at this point. I’m hooked, lying on my back, and consumed by pleasure.
My hands move to his head, and I grab a fist full of his hair, pulling it. I buck my hips each time his tongue slides across the exposed part of my clit. He doesn’t miss a single well-timed beat, and he doesn’t slow down. His technique is ruthless, and I don’t know how much more I can take before I either jump up off of this couch or start screaming in pleasure. Grasping my thighs, he pushes his mouth