Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales #27) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,86

have to worry, Roark.”

“You’re right.” He nodded and looked up at her. “Of course, you’re right, my darling. I need to let go and trust.”

“I know it’s hard after what you went through in the past,” Sammi said softly. “I had some pretty tough breakups too. But we belong together, Roark—the Goddess herself told us so. If that’s not a stamp of approval, I don’t know what is!”

He gave her a reluctant smile.

“A divine stamp of approval.”

“Exactly,” Sammi purred. She got on her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder, spreading her legs wide to show the tiny black crotch of the lace panties. “Do you want to mount me now, Sir?” she asked breathlessly, feeling her heart start to drum against her ribs. “Do you want to see if I can take your shaft all the way inside my soft… little… pussy?”

She was hoping the dirty talk might turn Roark on. And from the way his pale eyes went suddenly half-lidded and the lustful growl in his voice, she had been successful.

“Of course I want to mount you,” he growled, coming over to the bed at last. “But not yet. First I want to worship you like the goddess you are, my perfect little Elite.”

“What do you m—oh!” Sammi gasped, for he had grabbed her around the waist and flipped her over as though she weighed no more than a doll. Once Roark had her on her back, he began to kiss her passionately, starting at her newly healed throat and moving down to the place between her breasts.

“Mmm, I love this spot,” he murmured, looking up at her. “I think it might be the softest spot on your whole sweet body, darling.” He nuzzled her there, his scratchy cheeks sending shivers of need through Sammi’s entire body.

“You…you think so?” she whispered breathlessly.

“Mmm-hmm.” He gave her a half-lidded look. “But of course, there are other spots I love as well.”

“Such as?” Sammi asked daringly.

In answer, he untied the little bow of the teddy and spread it open, revealing her bare breasts completely.

Sammi moaned softly when he took one of her stiff pink peaks between his lips and began to bathe her nipple with his tongue.

“Ohhh!” Sparks of pleasure shot through her and Sammi arched her back, offering herself completely, wanting to give him better access to her bare breasts.

Roark responded by releasing the right nipple and turning his attention to the left. Sammi ran her hands through his thick, black hair moaning as she arched up to meet him.

Just as she was wondering if she could come just from letting him suck her nipples, Roark let her nipple slip from between his lips and began to kiss lower.

“Oh, Roark…” Sammi moaned as he nibbled and licked a trail down her trembling belly to the top of the tiny black lace panties.

“Now these are extremely naughty little panties, my darling,” he murmured, looking up at her. “I believe I can see your soft little pussy lips right through them.”

As he spoke, he traced one long finger down the cleft between her outer lips, making Sammi’s hips buck up with need and pleasure as his finger slid over the sensitive bump of her clit.

“Do you like them, Sir?” she whispered breathlessly. “I wore them just for you. I…I was hoping you might want to take them off me.”

“Maybe I will—in a minute,” Roark growled. “But first I want to kiss you with them on. Spread your legs for me, Samantha, and let me kiss your panties.”

Sammi bit her lip and did as he commanded. Submitting to his desires made her feel hot and cold all over and her pussy felt incredibly wet and ready for him to take her. But Sammi knew better than to rush the big Shadow Twin when he was in the mood to pleasure her. He would take her when he was ready and not before and in the meantime, nobody did slow, sexual torture quite like Roark.

“Mmm,” he murmured, leaning down to press his lips to the thin lace panel which was all that separated her bare flesh from his mouth. “Why, darling, I believe you’re getting wet.”

“I…I cant help it,” Sammi whispered as he continued to cover her panties in slow, open-mouthed kisses, nuzzling against her tender little clit again and again until she thought she might scream or start begging for more.

“I don’t want you to help it,” Roark told her. “But I think I ought to be sure. Maybe we ought to