Don't Hex and Drive (Stay a Spell #2) - Juliette Cross Page 0,101
curling gently, the other hand cupping the round edge of my shoulder. When he finally looked at me in the reflection, I gasped. His eyes were pure silver, vibrant and flickering eerily by the candlelight. When he spoke, I saw the distinct flash of fangs.
“Isadora. Have you thought of my request?” His voice was husky silk.
I glanced down at the note and his charts, my body singing with every touch and brush of his fingers along my collarbone. “Yes.”
He slid his hands to my spaghetti straps and pulled them down off my shoulders, baring my breasts.
“What’s your answer?”
I held his gaze, not looking at my naked torso. This was almost unbearably bold for me. Vulnerable. Still, I sat with my back straight, my chin high. “My answer is yes.”
A scintillating wave of heat crossed his expression. Pure male and feral and predatory.
“Stand up, Isadora,” he commanded softly.
When I did, he knocked the stool out of the way onto its side, his hands gliding over my hips, pushing my nightie down. It dropped to the floor. He stood inches behind me, his body heat soaking into my back and thighs. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of my black lace panties and shoved them down, letting them fall to the floor as well.
By now, I was breathing fast, but remained perfectly still, wound so tight my body thrummed with need. He dipped his mouth to the curve of my shoulder and throat, keeping his gaze on me in the mirror.
“Look at you,” he whispered against my skin, licking then placing a sucking bite hard enough to leave a mark.
I moaned then reached back and curled my fingers into the sides of his jeans, needing something to hold onto, to sink my nails into.
“So goddamn beautiful.”
Then his focus was on the line of my neck. He cupped my breast, rolling his thumb over the tight tip. His other hand slid across my stomach, the sight of his brown skin against my pale torso so stark and lovely I bit back another moan. He dipped lower, gliding his middle finger along my cleft. I tried not to be too embarrassed by how wet I was. His strangled groan told me he was pleased with the discovery as he dipped inside me. He pulled out again to slide between my folds, driving me utterly insane.
He was so masculine but gentle, fierce but careful, intense but attentive, sure and purposeful with every brush of his hands, mouth, and tongue. I was melting into a pool of lust and need and willing female.
“Devraj,” I begged, body trembling.
Still, he moved with such concentrated focus, brushing his nose up my throat to my ear where he growled, “I’m going to fuck you right here, love.”
I nodded, totally done with words.
“Put your hands on the wall.”
I must not have moved quickly enough. He reached down and circled my wrists with his long-fingered hands then placed my palms on either side of the oval mirror.
“Keep them there,” he breathed heavily into my hair above my ear.
The distinct sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants tore through the silence, only muffled by my labored breathing. I felt so exposed, so open, so raw, and he wasn’t even inside me yet.
Anchoring me with one hand wrapped on my hip, he slid his cock through my wet folds, teasing twice before thrusting in deep.
“Ah.” I pushed against the wall, bowing my spine to take more of him in.
His responsive groan had my sex quickening already, seeking that pleasurable high only he could give me. I watched him in the mirror as he stared down where our bodies joined before his eyes slid closed with pained intensity. The sensation of him filling me up with nothing between us was almost too much, setting my entire body on fire.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, loving the way he felt as he pumped so hard, so deep.
He caught my gaze again, then hauled me up against him, one arm wrapped across my chest, mounding my breast on the opposite side. His other hand dipped between my legs, circling my swollen clit, his dark hair mingling with my blond as he nipped my neck. I covered his hand over my breast, a need to have him deeper, closer, an undeniable desire gripping me with a wild force.
“Bite me,” I demanded.
He froze, stopped pumping, his vampire eyes catching mine in the reflection. “What did you say?”