Redesigning Fate (Revive #1) - A. M. Wilson Page 0,67

a gentle tug, he guides me through the door before letting it slam closed with a startling bang. I can’t help but jump at the sound of metal on metal. My attention is briefly distracted as I turn to stare at the door, confirming it was, indeed, the door making the sound and not some intruder or an underground garage creature dwelling in the dark stairwell.

As I bring my attention back to the large cement staircase, Elias descends on me. He propels us backwards into the cold concrete wall behind me, pinning my body to the wall with his own. His lips crash down upon mine, warm to my cold, gently coaxing my mouth to open for him.

Tentatively, I part my lips, dipping my tongue into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth, tasting and licking inside its depths. A deep groan erupts from his chest. He grips my hands above my head in one of his large ones, the other threading through my long locks effectively holding me in place. A delicious current runs down my body from the pleasurable pain, spreading it’s warmth in the depth of my belly.

“Upstairs, please. Now,” I gasp between quick, rough kisses.

Instead of releasing my body, he reaches down behind me, gripping my ass in his large hands, hoisting me up into his embrace. My thighs naturally wrap tightly around his trim waist, securely anchoring myself to him. His mouth intersects mine before I have a chance to speak again, kissing me fiercely as he beings ascending the stairs.

Gripping either side of his head, the long silky strands of his hair lightly tease my fingertips. The brief sensation sends tingles up my arms, making me shiver.

After two flights of stairs, we break through into the warm air of the hallway of his floor. Elias half walks, half jogs down the hallway, peeking around my head to find his door.

I continue to kiss him frantically, needing him desperately in this moment. I have to have him. Right now.

Without setting me down, he manages to shove his key in the lock, the door to his home swinging open triumphantly. Kicking the door shut, Elias walks us over to the kitchen counter, sliding me out of his hands and setting me down seated next to his kitchen sink. I don’t care where we do this. The fire building inside my stomach is about to make me combust.

His warm hands slide down to my thighs where he rests them, drawing light, irritatingly sexy circles against my dress covered legs. Gently, he pushes the material up, up, up towards my hips and slips his hands back down to their previous position. His fingers move tantalizingly slow against my skin, setting fire to the patterns he traces.

I can’t hold back the shudder that bursts through me at his touch. He pulls his mouth back to stare, his heated eyes conveying to mine exactly what he wants.

Me.

He wants me, and I’m about to combust if he doesn’t hurry up.

I un-belt the waist of my trench dress, my fingers slipping button through hole, button through hole, button through hole. His hands leave my thighs feeing bereft as he briefly brings them to slip the dress off my shoulders. One hand snakes down to my now exposed breast, while the other resumes tormenting my thigh.

Elias slips his finger in the cup of my lace bra, brushing my hardened nipple as he pops my breast out of the cup. He repeats the action with the other, exposing my tight, swollen breasts to his heated gaze. Locking eyes with my own, he slowly lowers himself to my pink tip, wrapping his warm, wet mouth over one briefly, and then the other. A breathy moan rides out my exhale, my hands coming up to rest on his strong, muscular shoulders.

“Oh.” The massage of his tongue on my sensitive nipple sends a zing straight to my core.

I’m so enthralled at the work he’s making of my breasts that I don’t realize his hand is working at the edge of my panties until one long, thick finger plunges into the wet opening.

“Oh God, Elias.” He continues licking and suckling my taut nipples, one and then the other, as his finger works in and out of my slick core.

“You like that? Does it feel good when I finger fuck that sweet pussy of yours?” His words are like gasoline to a fire, heightening my pleasure tenfold. I bring my hands from his shoulders to grip the edges of