Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,65
he had my full attention as he slowly moved his pants down his hips and allowed them to casually drop to the floor. Now he stood in maroon boxers as he kicked his pants off to the side and stood there proudly.
The moonlight took that opportunity to come from the safe nest of the grey clouds to shine its alluring beams of light upon him, which accented his tanned skin and all the beautiful lines of his muscularity.
I thought this couldn't get steamier but then his hands went to his waistband of those very boxers, teasing the black edges as his fingertips slipped between the band and his flesh.
Now all I needed was a damn fan to tame the heat soaring through my body - particularly between my legs that I purposely pressed together. It was like I was only realizing I'd been in lingerie this entire time, and the slight chill of a breeze wrapped around me in an effortless attempt to aid in cooling me off.
This is like a damn strip show.
My thoughts only prompted the movement of his hands as they began to tug his boxers until they dropped to his ankles, but I was far too busy staring at his long rod, my tongue already gliding along my lips as though I was thirsty all over again.
There he stood, all naked and glimmering in the damn moonlight that was making it even harder to resist this incubus's charm. The way he stood there with pride complemented his fit physique and kept my attention glued to him.
"These ceremonies normally happen twice in your life. The first happens when you’re young, and the second normally occurs with a loved one you wish to create a future with," he revealed and outstretched his hand to me.
As if in a trance, I walked the few steps towards him, my hand landing in his seconds later as I stood before his naked body. He admired me slowly as if he were stripping me out of the lace material that cloaked my flesh. It was obvious that he was sorely tempted to kiss me when those eyes lingered on my lips.
"What happens?" I requested, knowing if I didn't say something, the story would be lost by our mouths as our tongues got lost in entwining with one another’s. The sexual tension between us was more than enough to abort this mission of conversation, but I wished to know a part of his supernatural culture.
"You attend a ceremony at the stroke of midnight. You're in a dark place just like this, in a forest surrounded by various flowers. What makes this place especially unique is that there are two streams of water that run through the wall of flowers and drape down like a waterfall. One to your left, the other to the right."
He moved us to stand between the oak trees, his arms hooking around my waist to bring me right against him as he stared into my eyes. I was trying to visualize the very place he was revealing to me. The sound of soothing water reached my ears as the scent of flowers heightened tremendously.
It felt like our surroundings had changed to fit the very story, but I was far too concentrated on this man to dare look away and check myself. I didn't want to miss a single thing.
"At first, you're clothed, and they explain the reason why clothes are useless at defining your beauty."
"Useless?" I questioned as his hands trailed up the sides of my body before he reached for the strap of my bra.
"Useless," he repeated and released the clip that kept the lace fabric together. My bra fell, but Adonis still captured my attention as he carried right along as though he wasn't taking my clothing off of me. "Clothes merely accentuate the body. Layers of fabric and color that when combined properly can further complement someone's attractive qualities."
He leaned in closer as a single tip of his nail ran down my spine. The fine movement was slow and left a trail of shivers at his departure, but my heart spiked up when his hands reached the band of my underwear.
"Our kind may love the wealthier sides of fashion including rich fabrics, but we all know that the body is our ultimate weapon." He began to slip my underwear down my hips, his eyes never leaving mine even when he had to lower further for the thin fabric to flawlessly land at my ankles.