The Beginning of Everything by Kristen Ashley Page 0,142
betrothed was not hungry.
Now he was starving.
And feeling that from him, knowing I made him that way, he took me there with him.
I explored his neck.
He explored mine.
My hands were urgent on him.
His hands were urgent on the buttons on the back of my gown.
His lips at my ear, he groused, “How many of these bloody things are there?”
“Too many,” I breathed.
And there were.
Way too many.
My skin felt hot, burning.
The dress had to go.
He sat up and I came up with him, straddling his hips, my knees fighting material.
He tugged at my skirts.
I did too.
“Fucking acres,” he grumbled.
I almost giggled.
I didn’t giggle.
My skin was far too hot.
I needed that dress off me.
And Mars on me.
Immediately.
Eventually I pulled it away at the neckline and lifted it up.
Mars helped me, pulling it higher.
I raised my arms and he gathered the folds, freed me of it, tossed it aside…
And I sat astride him in nothing but my white lace corset and panties.
Suddenly, I needed my dress back.
Until Mars’s eyes fell to my body.
That red came back, and I felt my brows titch together at the sight before I was thinking nothing.
I was on my back and Mars was at my side, drawing my panties down my legs.
“Mars,” I called tremblingly.
He looked from my legs to my face.
And his eyes were afire.
“I promise,” he stated gutturally.
I didn’t know what he promised.
I just knew he meant it.
I nodded.
He shifted down, rolled over one of my legs, moving the other aside, then he…he…
Gently pressed them apart, dropped his head…
And he fed from me.
The touch of his mouth was such beauty, the stroke of that studded tongue sheer bliss, my back bowed, my toes curled, I cried out, unable to contain the pleasure I was experiencing.
Mars tossed my legs over his shoulders, spanned my hips in his big hands, and bore down on me.
“Oh, by the gods,” I breathed, raking my nails through his hair against his scalp, holding the gloriousness of what he was doing to me, “Oh gods, Mars. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
But then, it happened.
I dug my heels into his back as I fought the greatness of the sensations that seemed both awesome and threatening.
“Please. You need to…” I began, but before I could complete that with stop, it overtook me.
Engulfed me.
I bucked under him as fire consumed me, my body, my sex, my vision, my mind. I was writhing in an inferno of pleasure and ecstasy.
No.
Not consumed.
I was feeding from the flames.
I did not know such existed. I did not know this was something to be had.
What I knew then was that I adored it with every part of me, now that I’d had it.
Vaguely, when I started simply drifting in their heat, I felt Mars lapping at me gently.
This before he moved up my body, kissing my belly. My midriff. My chest. The base of my throat.
And then his weight was on me, warming, heavy, but not overwhelming, and his beard tickled my neck as his mouth moved there.
Should I be embarrassed about what just happened?
If I should, at that moment, I did not have it in me.
Mars kissed below my ear where his hoop at the lobe pierced me.
And his voice was lovely and gruff when he said, “I think we’ll stop there for tonight.”
I was glad of this because I was not certain I could move.
I was wrong.
When he ordered, “Put your arms around me, Silence,” I did as told. And when he continued, “Wrap your legs around mine,” I did that too.
He was wise.
This was better.
So much better.
His mouth moved on my neck, his fingers coasted on my bare hip, and I could tell he was holding some of his weight in his other forearm. I knew that because, with the way he was touching me, the way he wanted me wrapped around him, if he could use that hand to touch me more, he would do it.
I felt little under him.
Tiny.
But knowing how much he enjoyed the feel of me, I also felt precious.
“No,” he whispered to my throat on his way around to the other side of my neck. “It does not matter if the clans and tribes like you.”
He lifted his head and I gazed up at his handsome face dazedly.
“Because I like you,” he finished.
“I like you too,” I mumbled.
He grinned. “You demonstrated that.”
“I’m afraid I’m brazen,” I admitted.
His big body moved on mine for a time before his chuckle was audible.