Page 71 of Asmodel

Let’s not forget his extraordinary psionic abilities, like changing into a dragon. Holy guacamole, that had to be the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Again, he could have used all that power to destroy the pardalions’ village in one swoop. Instead, he transformed back into his normal self. For a split-second, standing unabashedly, gloriously naked. Talk about making a good first impression…

More importantly, he could have used his psychic powers at any time to invade her mind. Izzy suspected if he’d done that, he could also have taken her will away. She might not have any type of psionic abilities, but she was pretty sure she’d have known the moment he touched his mind to hers.

“Would you like something to eat or drink?”

Izzy jerked when his hands rested on her shoulders. Leaning into his warmth, she shook her head. “No, I’m good.” She cleared her throat when her words came out garbled. “Thank you.”

Asmodel’s warm breath caressed the side of her neck.

“Are you sure this is what you want, Bella? I won’t presume you are ready to take what we have to a more physical level.”

His low baritone made her shiver, and his brief kiss on the side of her neck made her entire body break out in chill bumps.

“If you prefer, we can go to the main galley and wait for Raxx there.”

In self-conscious move, Izzy threw her shoulders back. “If that’s what you want.” She made a move to step away. Maybe if she wasn’t so close to him, it’d be easier for him to back off if she was rushing things.

“No, that’s not what I want.” The disbelief in his tone came through loud and clear. “I’d give anything for us to be closer.” His rumbled chuckle was deep. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” He closed the minuscule distance between them. Turing her to face him, he grasped her hand and pressed her palm against the firm muscle of his thigh.

Izzy stared at her captured hand, noticing how much larger his was, holding her against his firm leg. She half expected to see sparks spring from where she touched him. An electric slide of arousal built inside her, making it hard to breathe.

“I haven’t been close to anyone for a long time.” Her self-deprecating laugh was short. “I may have forgotten how.” To stop from making a fool of herself, she bit the side of her mouth at the confession. Would she even remember how to please a man? She glanced up at his near-perfect features. Could she somehow satisfy this outstanding man? Could she, a plump librarian more comfortable surrounded by books, satisfy someone as magnificent as him?

Asmodel pressed a finger to her lips as if to stop her from confessing her shortcomings. “Neither one of us has experienced what is happening between us.” He breathed out the words.

She couldn’t pull her eyes away from their hands.

“What’s between us is unique to us alone. I want you to know whatever we do is because you want it and are comfortable with it.” He lifted her hand and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “Whatever you wish is yours. If I do anything you don’t want, all you have to do is say so and I’ll stop. Agreed?”

Izzy swiped her tongue over her dry lips and lifted her gaze to him. His plump lips captured her attention. His lower lip was a tad fuller than the upper, giving him a sensual aura. It was all she could think of, having those lips on hers.

“Will you kiss me?” The words came out on their own. That’s it, Izzy. Beg the man when you just offered him a way out. Brilliant.

“I dream of nothing else,” he whispered.

She blinked and watched as his lips lowered, the whisper of his breath a prelude to the heated, velvet command of his lips caressing hers. She closed her eyes to savor his masculine flavor.

Izzy’s breath caught as an intense communion surged through her from his mere touch. She’d never experienced this kind of hunger before. It took over, dominating her every thought.

He tilted his head, wrapping one of his hands around her neck in a tender hold.

Waves of unexpected pleasure washed through her as his tongue licked her lips, then slid inside. Parting her mouth just a bit more, she reached out to twirl her tongue with his. Immersed in their intimate dance, she trembled.

He pulled back, his eyes turning a golden brown. “So soft, my Bella.”

Izzy’s hands slid up the clothed hardness of Asmodel’s chest before wrapping around his thick neck. Offering herself to him, she moaned when he met her invitation, meshing his lips with hers. Molten fire consumed her. Her sex throbbed in reaction—her swollen clit straining from the hood it normally hid behind. She pressed against him, whimpering when she couldn’t connect with his steel-hard erection where she wanted it.

Mewling cries of need escaped her and drowned in the heavenly cavern of his possessive mouth. She’d raised onto her toes, still trying to connect her sex with his. The careening mass of sexual tension tightening her low inside made everything hard to handle.

Even the instinctive act of breathing was beyond her. Not that she cared. All she wanted was to grind her hard-as-nails nipples and swollen clit against his solid masculinity. Even the dream love she had with him didn’t dare to come close to the reality. She burned out of control like she’d never burned before. “Asmodel.”

Tearing her lips from his, she dropped from standing on her toes, moaning when her sex slid over his. All the while, his large, commanding hand still held the back of her neck, keeping her from moving away.

“Easy,alma gemela.”His voice was smooth, but his body remained tense.

His heartbeat thundered so hard she felt it through their pressed-together bodies.

“I wish to savor this first time together and do not wish to hurry.”

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