Pandora's Box - Eve Newton Page 0,55

on my tits. The heat in his eyes makes me damp.

I move over to make room for him, and he steps inside, quietly sliding the door closed.

I look up at him and notice that he is a bit taller than I thought. I’m used to being in six-inch heels around him, not my bare feet.

We don’t say a word as his hands go into my hair and he pulls me closer to him, kissing me deeply and slowly.

I shiver under his gentle touch. I’ve always known that I wouldn’t get rough and ready with him. He is human and fairly innocent. I knew that he would always take the soft approach.

What surprises me, is that I let him.

I have absolutely no need to slam him through the shower door and onto the bathroom floor to mount him and ride him like a cowgirl. Whatever he has planned for me, I want it and I’m willing to wait for it.

I kiss him back just as slowly, enjoying the simple act for itself. I couldn’t care less if we fucked now or not. Although, judging by his raging hard-on, it would have to take Hell falling down around our ears for him to stop now. It has probably taken a lot of courage for him to come to me like this, and I want to enjoy him completely.

He pushes me up against the black tiles, stepping under the torrent now and getting drenched as our lips remain locked together in a heated exchange. Our tongues are perfectly in sync, twirling around each other. I grip his forearms, trying not to crush him in the process.

“Gregory,” I breathe as he moves his mouth away from mine to trail down my jaw and neck.

He responds by bringing his hands to my tits and tweaking my nipples. There isn’t anything salacious in it at all. It is sensual as fuck and my body reacts to his touch in a way that I have never experienced before.

He bends down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. I run my hands into his hair and let my head fall back against the tiles as I arch my back.

When his hand snakes down my stomach and in between my legs, I gasp. He rubs my clit once before plunging his finger into me and then back out again to tease me.

“Fuck,” I murmur. “Fuck, yes.”

It is slow, sexy and the fact that we are standing in the shower doing it adds a whole new level of eroticism to the moment. I don’t want it to end.

I blink as that thought crashes into my head, dousing my arousal in a big way. He is being this way because he is human. If I turn him into a Necro, he will lose his humanity and pull the darkness over him. He won’t be able to help it. It will be natural for him. It makes me seriously reconsider my plan. Only, that doesn’t leave me many options.

I cry out as his attention to my pussy gets the better of me, scattering my thoughts. He drops to his knees and delves his tongue down my slit, flicking over my still throbbing clit in deliciously slow movements.

I shove my hands into his hair, resisting the urge to steer him where I want him to go, which is a tiny bit lower so he can give me a tongue-fucking that I’ll remember for a really long time. As if he can read my thoughts, he does precisely that in the next second, pulling my leg over his shoulder.

“Unholy fuck,” I pant as he thrusts his tongue up my cunt, that he now has unfettered access to. He is lapping up my juices as if it’s the best thing he has ever tasted.

“Annabelle,” he murmurs. “You taste so sweet.”

“Let me suck you off,” I mutter.

He shakes his head. “No, if I come too soon, that will be it for a while,” he says with a small laugh. “Let me make love to you this time.”

Make love.

The words reverberate around my head. I don’t think I have ever made love before. I fuck. I have sex, even mating now, but not even Drescal and I engage in making love. It is a whole new concept and I like it.

A lot.

Gregory gently lowers my leg as he stands up again and wraps his arms around me. I jump up and he braces me against the wall. I wrap my legs around him tightly, clinging