Threads of Desire (Spellcraft) - By Stone, Eleri Page 0,17

letting her feel every thick inch of him. “This is what you want.”

It was, but now the memory of his hands gripping her elbows was fixed in her mind, that feeling of helplessness along with the certainty that he wouldn’t push her too far. She wondered what his come would taste like, how it would feel to have him behind her, what other wicked wonders he might show her. Her mind was brimful of possibilities and after a while she stopped trying to chase them away.

His eyes dilated, as if he could read her mind. “Don’t fret, Ily. I can be patient. When you’re ready.” A shatteringly gentle smile. “I want to show you everything.”

Sweat gleamed on the muscles of his chest and his abdomen. He spoke as if they had all the time in the world to explore those things.

He dropped to his elbows, one hand came up to cradle her cheek and he kissed her with incredible delicacy. She rested her hands on his ass, lightly enough that she wouldn’t impede his movement, loving the way his muscles worked beneath her hands.

He kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, grazed the curve of her cheek with his lips and found her mouth again. This kiss was more urgent, wetter and harsher. His free hand scraped down her body and he gripped her ass, his fingertips pressing into the crack firmly enough to guide her movements. His touch ignited her curiosity and a hunger that made her whole body tremble when his grip shifted and one finger rested briefly at her opening. He lifted his head. “Open your eyes, Ily. I want you to know who’s inside of you.”

She did as he asked even though it felt profoundly intimate, more so than taking his cock inside of her. “Will you take the top? I want to see more of you.”

When she nodded, his arms tightened around her and he rolled them. He could likely roll over twice more before they reached the edge of his great bed.

He gave her a lopsided grin and lifted his hips to set her in motion. She braced her hands on his chest and found her rhythm. She’d done this before. And it felt wonderful with Kal. His hands guiding her hips, encouraging her without words. He watched the sway of her breasts above his face before cupping them both in his warm hands, kneading them, plucking her nipples to fiery points. She wanted to feel his mouth on her again, but the angle was all wrong. She’d lose his cock then—and she wasn’t ready to give it up.

Again, he seemed to read her mind. “Move back,” he murmured, and she did. He wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her with him when he pushed himself upright, settling his back to the headboard and lifting her breast to his mouth. He sucked on her nipple with a hard pull that made her fingernails dig into his shoulders. When he released her, she could feel his smile against her skin. “I want you crazy with want.”

“I already am,” she whispered with simple honesty just as his lips touched her other nipple. The stubble on his chin scraped her skin and she buried her fingers in his hair to hold him there. His tongue grazed the tip and he nipped her with his teeth.

“Good.” Another nibble and his hand wedged between their bodies. “A little room...there. You’re close already, I can feel it. Wet and trembling and desperate. I can’t wait to see you come again.”

It would be easier if he didn’t speak, if she could close her eyes and use his body to ease her hunger. But he wasn’t what she’d expected. He was beautiful and demanding and forceful, but he was also ridiculously eager to please her. He was intuitive and generous. He knew how to be gentle.

He thumbed her clit, stroking harder when she pushed against him. “Like that?”

“Yes.” The word turned into a low hiss as her orgasm took her. When her movement faltered, his hand was there on her hip, guiding her. His finger a slight weight against her throbbing clit. His eyes drank her in and, as she came down from that high, he kissed her breast.

“You’re beautiful when you come.”

Something about the way her laughter shook her body made him groan. She lifted her head and pressed a kiss to his collarbone. He tipped his head back, exposing his neck. Who knew there were so many