When The Grave Calls (The Veil Diaries #9) - B.L. Brunnemer Page 0,68

eyes barely open. “Ally?”

“Yeah?” I kept my voice light. Yay for me.

“You okay?” He moved closer to me and shifted to his side. His hand went to my thigh and squeezed.

I smiled. “Yeah, good. You?”

He opened his eyes fully and gave me the look. You know, the one with narrowed eyes and a half grin. It said ‘stop lying.’

I blew out my cheeks as I gave in. “I’m worried about tomorrow.”

He pulled me even closer. “We’re going to be okay. I promise.”

I reached up and ran my fingertips along his jaw.

Amusement and understanding danced across his handsome features as he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. Passion and need poured through me. I kissed him back, taking his mouth and pressing harder against him.

His moan was low and throaty as he squeezed me tighter. “We”—he kissed me again— “can’t.”

I pulled back only enough to meet his eyes. “Put your hands on the headboard.”

His pupils expanded as desire and raw need filled his eyes. He lay back on the bed, put his arms over his head and gripped the bottom of the headboard.

I slipped my leg over his hip and settled on his lap. My heart raced at the feel of him against the part of me that was aching for him.

His breathing grew heavier as I leaned over him. “Ally …”

“Focus on your hands,” I whispered before pressing my lips to his throat.

His head fell back as I trailed kisses down his throat and over his collarbone.

“Not a good idea,” he breathed as I traced a line down his chest with my tongue. He moaned. “Ally.”

I lifted my head and met his hungry gaze. “I want to show you how I feel before tomorrow.” His hard shaft twitched against me, telling me he needed me too. “If you tell me to stop, I will.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down a few times before he nodded. “Okay … but slow down.”

Oh, I’d go slow alright. I shifted further down and brushed my lips over the center line of his six pack. Heat curled through me as I tasted his skin down to his pajama pants. I lingered over the line of his Adonis belt, kissing out to his hip before my fingers hooked into the band of the soft cotton. I looked up and found him watching me, lust and love clearly visible in his expression. It was a heady combination coming from those ocean eyes. He gave me a small nod.

Kissing his skin, I pulled down his pants before sitting back for a moment and taking in the sight of him for the first time. His cock was rigid and standing straight up for me. His blond curls were trimmed and neat. My panties soaked at the sight as my skin suddenly felt too tight for me. I wanted nothing more than to strip down and take him inside my body. But I couldn’t.

I reached out, wrapping my fingers around his thickness. He gasped, his head falling back as his hips moved against my hand. He was beautiful. The lines of his body, the feel of his cock in my hand. The motion of his hips in the moonlight. He was perfect. He was mine and I was his. I slowly lowered my lips and brushed my lips over the head of him.

Wood creaked. I looked up and met those wild silver eyes. “Ash?”

“Don’t stop,” he growled.

I took him at his word as I slowly ran my tongue along the underside to the very tip in one slow lick.

“Damn, Ally,” he bit out between his lips, his arms shaking. “I’m not going to last long.”

“Then don’t,” I whispered, my breath moving over his tip. I lowered my mouth around him and dragged my tongue along his length while sliding back down.

His body shook as his hips moved, meeting my mouth in rhythm. I took my time tasting him, exploring every inch, every line of vein, every curve until he was panting above me. I was lost in touching him, lost to us.

A trembling hand moved to my hair.

I looked up and met his eyes.

“Ally … swallow for me,” he breathed between his teeth.

I had never done anything like that before and I wasn’t sure I could. The desire in his eyes gave me the motivation I needed.

I took his length down my throat and pulled almost all the way out again. Lost to the rhythm, I barely heard Asher.

“Ally.”

His entire body grew tense just before he exploded.