Page 100 of Nemesync
When we finally pulled away, Zanae’s eyes held uncertainty and relief. “Show me Elijah. Show me if you can’t tell me what you feel.”
So, I took her to my room, she has never been there, she was looking everywhere while I let her stay on her feet. I grabbed a towel from my drawer and dried her before grabbing her ass again and lifting her in my arms.
I leaned my face closer to hers, “I want to see you and I want to see you all.”
She looked at me with her beautiful eyes again, consuming me, and I didn’t even hate that feeling. It was new to me, I never was this intimate with a woman, never needed it. I didn’t like kissing before her, and now it’s like I only breathe when I kiss her.
Fuck, was I missing out on this?
I laid her on the bed, the only light coming in was the moon, brushing softly against her features, as if the night itself was drawing secrets on her face.
Ethereal. Dark.Enchanting.
I took off my shirt with one hand and leaned closer to her. Tracing every part of her skin and staying a lot more on the inked parts.
I didn’t even know about all of them.
“Milaya, all these tattoos...”
A little moan escaped her, her eyes glued to mine. The little gasps she drew made me eager for more, because they were for me, and me only.
So sweet and greedy.
I sank my hand deeper into her flesh grabbing her hips to keep her closer to me, “Have you ever been caressed and had your body worshiped, Miss Dellé?”
“Never,” she replied.
“Let me show you.”
My lips met hers with ardor and desire, her hands wrapped around my neck, while I caressed her hips in circles. Her skin was just as warm as her presence to me.
Every part of her felt like she was made to be touched by me, owned by me, marked by me.
I leaned against her like I was trying to fucking drown her in me, my knee pushed between her leg, and she did these little sounds and moans again. I never heard something this sexy.
“Tell me, Zanae, do you want me to show you how fucking good you’ll feel between my hands?”
Breathless, she answered, “I do.”
I pushed my knee harder between her legs, “And do you want me to show you how my cock is so greedy for you?”
She grabbed her lower lip between her teeth and nodded.
I pushed again with my knee, knowing that this friction was bringing her pleasure, “I want to hear you with your words, Zanae. I need to hear you say it.”
“Elijah Volkov, show me,” she finally let out.
My name never sounded better than with her voice, breathless and aroused, begging me to fuck her.
“You’re so beautiful laying on my bed, naked, waiting for me to touch you and devour you.”
I traced out her breasts with my hand, she shivered, and her nipples hardened.
My fucking Zanae, so sensitive, so responsive even.
My mouth was so hungry of her that I just made my way down her with kisses. I bit and sucked her skin on her breasts, her collarbone, her stomach, everywhere I could reach.
Then, I spread her legs open with my hands, like I was opening the heaven’s gate. “Now let me hear you scream while I show you.”
