Page 86 of Touch

Andrew cups one cheek of her backside and gently tows her into him. Deliberately, he refuses to slip those fingers inside Love, the tension wrecking her. She cries out, on the brink of unraveling, the straps of her dress slumping down her arms, the tops of her breasts swelling. He could make her come, but instead he prolongs the agony, then does something drastic.

On the brink of her crescendo, Andrew withdraws, depriving Love of the release. Instead, he brushes his soaked fingers over her whining mouth. Unhinged, she straightens and sucks on the digits, the flavor of her arousal seeping into her palate. While locking eyes with him, she tastes his touch.

Andrew’s pupils engulf his irises. Pulling from Love’s lips, he splays his fingers over her sternum, fingers spreading over acertain pounding organ. “Then”—he leans in and kisses her lips—“your heart.”

Yes. There’s her heart. He’s found it for her.

Love wheezes, her pulse erratic. She would rage against the denied orgasm, if not for the softness that eclipses her sexual appetite. He has disarmed her once again, proving the powerful effect of human touch.

They go still, feeling her pulse sprint under his palm, losing themselves in the rhythm, falling into it. Suddenly, Love craves nothing more than to give Andrew the same thrill.

Deities rarely ask permission. Yet he’s always been her exception, her broken rule, her greatest failure.

“May I?” she purrs.

“I’m yours,” Andrew growls. “Do whatever you’d like with me.”

Love does not wait to be permitted twice. She takes what she wants, her greedy hands racing over his skin, flattening atop his chest and relishing the drumbeat of his heart.

For her. All for her.

The pads of Love’s fingers rake across his abs and nipples. With every inch she explores, his cock widens, and his eyes flare like platinum flames. Fates, she needs the pants off, gone, obliterated.

Starving for his flesh, Love rushes her lips over his throat, scrapes along his collarbones, and nips the top of one shoulder. A low hiss shakes from his lungs. At the jagged sound, Love smiles into his torso. Her tongue comes out to join the fun, licking over the ridges and sweeping across his left nipple.

Andrew makes another feral sound, his hands imprinting into her ass, urging Love firmer against him. Her breasts heave into his chest, her pussy skims the ledge of his cock, and her senses explode. With a mewl, she curls her tongue over the other nipple, then descends farther.

Grunting, Andrew seizes her cheeks and hoists her gaze to his. “Not a good idea.”

“You said I could do whatever I wished,” she taunts.

“Only if you want me to survive. You’ll kill me quickly if you wrap your lips around my cock.”

Love fixes him with a sly look, but the blue tint of his fingernails claims her attention. “You’re cold.”

“Not possible,” he pants.

Except she’s right. Although temperature is obscure to her, Love is aware of the drastic shifts in climate at nightfall, the air’s change in density indicating how many degrees it has dropped. Yet Andrew’s orbs kindle like bonfires, as if what he sees is enough to keep him warm… keep him alive.

He is not freezing in the slightest. But if Love cannot be human, she wants to be irreplaceable, a female he’d be unsuccessful in finding anywhere else.

She urges him backward and hops off the stump, adjusting the hem of her dress. The action is intentionally coy. It drives Andrew to mutter a curse between his teeth and prowl closer.

She stamps a hand on his chest. “Wait.”

In the mood to show off, Love closes her eyes and beseeches The Stars. When the hemisphere flickers, a fur blanket appears behind her, the material covering the stump and hanging over the ledge.

Fascinated, Andrew peers over her shoulder at the blanket. “Impressive.”

“Of course,” Love boasts, pleased by his response. “And do not fret. It isn’t from an animal. Celestials create textiles without taking from the fauna.”

“Perceptive too.”

“I do enjoy anticipating your objections.”

“If only to defy them.”

“Usually, but not at the moment. Now then—”

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