Page 127 of Nemesync
“You two took your sweet time getting here. What were you doing in that car, anyway?”
Before I could come up with a clever response, Elijah entered the room, dressed in a tailored suit that accentuated his large silhouette.
He was too sexy for his own good, I was salivating.
His gaze met mine, and in a split second, the flames of desire engulfed that green forest in his eyes. His lips curved into a dark half-smile, and he just mouthed, “Beautiful.”
Elijah
For most, beauty is a concept hard to describe.
But for me, beauty wasn’t even enough to outline the sublimity of the woman in front of me.
This haunting enchantment, ruins of perfection, each broken edge shining so brightly that the shadows were dancing around it in a dark rythm.
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10.
Mine.
A fragile body, easily bruised, tender and delicate under my touch, pale and flushed under my destruction.
In the elevator, my gaze involuntarily shifted towards my Zanae. Nikolai caught me and shot me a knowing look; his childish grin was practically audible. I didn’t care enough to punch the hell out of him. I was too stunned because of the splendid sight before me.
The backless dress Zanae wore was tailor-made for her, accentuating the fragile curve of her and that moon tattoo I love to kiss and caress while I’m deep inside her from behind. Maybe that’s why I obsess over her back, even though the way her eyes flash with shock and pleasure is intoxicating. Addictive.
The power of dominating every inch of her in every way.
The city lights played on that silky dark fabric, inventing an ethereal glow around her.
My dark angel.
I was captivated by the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face like a dark waterfall.
She was a fucking view,my view.
Exiting the building, I led the way to my car, opening the door for her. I allowed myself a moment to appreciate the way the dress made her ass look fantastic.
I was even contemplating whether to grip it and spread it open now.Tempting.
She turned to me before getting in as I was looking at her back, “Mister Volkov, are you checking me out? it’s so inappropriate.” By saying so she grabbed my tie and brought me closer to her.
I couldn’t resist but feel her under my hands, so I grabbed her hips and looked at her cheeky smile, answering, “Greedy hands you’ve got there,Milaya.”
She pulled my tie even closer to her and put her arms around my neck, “Be careful, Niko and Ben could walk on us right now.”
I wanted to kiss her so badly and take this cheeky smile out of her face. She was looking too edible in this dress and everything about her was too much to handle, “Let them then.”
Please, just let them.
This thing was tearing me apart, searing my skin, draining my energy. Not being able to touch her, kiss her, and simply have her close was agonizing.
She grinned and kissed my cheek softly.
I brought my lips closer to her ear, and whispered, “Your ass looks fantastic in this dress; you don’t know how much I want to take it off and bend you over right now.”
Her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted a bit.
This woman will be the end of me.
