He moved back just enough that his harsh breath seared my lips. His gaze burned brightly, reflecting the glow of the hearth. “There’s a reason why men and women sell their souls for a taste of desire. It will be good, Ginny. So very, very good.”
Before I could respond, he tugged at my hair, tilting my head and molding his mouth to mine once more. The world around us faded. I couldn’t think. Didn’t want to reside in reality. I much preferred this dream-like state where everything felt so very lovely.
Slowly, we sank back to the floor, cushioned by the pillow and blanket. His hard body weighed down on me, holding me deliciously captive. As the snow whispered against the windows, I brushed my fingers up his back. As the fire hissed and sputtered, I rubbed my tongue against his. We were in tune with nature. The world. In tune with each other.
I was lost. Gone. I didn’t care.
“Stay with me one night. One,” he whispered against my mouth, the back of his knuckles trailing down the side of my breast. “And if you don’t enjoy yourself, you can leave in the morning. I’ll find you a new position, whatever you wish.”
I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. “That sounds like a bribe.”
“I prefer to think of it as a scientific experiment. Uncover the truth, Ginny.”
I told myself I’d give him just a moment. A few moments to explore the way he made me feel. To touch him. Allow him to touch me. Just a moment. His warm hand slid up my leg, under my nightgown, over my thigh. My body trembled. The heat spread like wildfire. Just a moment… Yes, I could give him just a moment.
“No undergarments? You are a delightful surprise,” he murmured against my lips, as his fingers teased the insides of my thighs.
My entire body felt like it had been struck by lightning, the nerve-endings sparking, sensitive. The aching need for him to touch me, somewhere, there, was impossible to deny. His fingers brushed the nest of curls shielding my femininity, making me jump in surprise.
“Is…is this normal?” I whispered, curling my hands against his back. “The way I feel?”
He released a hard laugh. “Nothing about this is normal, Ginny. The way you feel, the way I want you.”
Perhaps he meant to make me seem special. Mayhap he said these words to all women he seduced. Yet, my breath caught as a thrill of pleasurable excitement wavered through me. He was right about one thing, nothing was normal about the way I felt toward him.
Everything I thought I wanted, thought I needed, no longer seemed important. I only desired his touch, his kiss. I wanted to feel his hard body pressed into my soft curves. My nails pierced his shirt, dug into his back. I wanted to feel him inside me, deeply, completely. I was utterly carnal, desperate to have him.
His hand cupped my right breast, his thumb playing over the hardened nipple. With a groan, I arched my back, giving him better access. While his right hand worked my breast, his left found that sensitive spot hidden within the nest between my legs. He brushed it once, twice. A jolt of pleasure shot through me. I gasped, shocked by the sensation. He was made of magic and stars and all things mysterious.
He pressed his lips along my jaw, the scruff on his face rubbing erotically against my skin. “That’s only a pittance of what you’ll experience. There will be more. So much more.”
“Oh dear God,” I whispered, shivering, as he slid his thumb between my wet folds. More? I wasn’t sure I could handle more. At the same time, I didn’t want him to stop. Would utterly die if he ceased touching me. I was dangerously close to begging him to continue. “Please.”
He pressed his lips to mine. “Are you sure, Ginny?”
I slid my fingers into the cool, crisp hair at the base of his neck and brought him closer. Hell, I wasn’t even positive what I asked for, but I knew if he left me now, I would be forever restless. I would always wonder. “Just one night. One experiment.”
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Gabriel
She was so damn soft. Her skin like silk. Her hair like satin. Her scent drove me to the brink of insanity, and her touch brought me back.