Page 117 of Between Soul and Vessel
No better than a dog narrowing in on one exceptionally large bone, I hooked my finger into the waistband of his pants, feeling the hardness of his body on one side and the smooth leather on the other. “I want to see. All of you.”
Heat scorched the air between us, his dark eyes fixed on mine. “Then seeallof me.”
Sage
Islid my finger upwards, unhooking it from Von’s waistband, his skin smooth and taut. And oh, so masculine. I was a lucky,luckygirl. My hands drifted to the hem of his tunic, curling into the black fabric. I lifted it up, pulling his shirt over his head, and discarded it on the floor.
At the sight of him, my breath quickened, while his remained slow and steady. Controlled. It was the very nature of his being. And I’d grown to love every bit of it. Of him.
Heavy, sculpted muscle rested beneath a layer of ink-marked skin, illuminated by the caress of moonlight. His body was a lethal weapon, honed to perfection, built to command and forged to slaughter.
And right now, that was sort of what it felt like he was doing to me—
“Don’t hyperventilate, love,” he teased, a coy twist to his sexy mouth, showing off his deadly incisors.
“I’m not,” I lied poorly, trying to calm my frantic, giddy heart.
I ran my fingers over his abs, tracing the steely ridges, his flesh warm against mine, inviting.
Gaze lifting, I paused my advance when I saw the new addition across the breadth of his chest—a crescent moon. Twin to my own, but much, much bigger, and it was completely white. It rested upon a canvas of black ink, making it stand out.
My hand slid upward, and I traced the new tattoo, taking my time with it.
“I thought the moon was fitting. It reminds me of you, particularly the day of your creation, when I stole you for the first time,” Von said, his voice low. Seductive. And outright illegal, filling my thoughts with bad, bad things. Things we most definitely were going to do—tonight.
“It’s perfect.” I buried my teeth into my bottom lip, unable to stop myself from smiling. Releasing it, I admitted, “I quite like seeing my brand on you.”
His large hand wrapped around my side, and he pulled me closer in one, swift move. His thumb brushed underneath my breast, across the delicate design. “As I enjoy seeing mine on you.” Our gaze connected, and his eyes turned molten. His voice dropped on octave. “I’m trying to be patient, love, to let you have your time to get to know my body again, but my pants are becomingincreasinglyuncomfortable.”
We both looked down—
Sure enough, his hard and ready cock waited below,pressed firmly against his pants, straining against the seam, ready to be released.
Desire trickled through my body, pooling at my sex.
My fingers drifted down his abdomen, anticipation swelling as I began to unlace the strings from his pants. The fabric fell to the side, leaving one final layer between me and him. I shifted the cloth down along with his pants, allowing his proud length to spring free. It bobbed, reaching past his belly button. Powerful veins thrummed beneath his taut skin, drawing my attention to the tattoo of my lips. Still there, just as he had said.
“It’s larger than I remember,” I acknowledged rather honestly, looking up at him and stealing another glance at his incredible naked body as his shadows swam around his pants, dissolving them completely.
The God of Death in all his glory.
Like the big bad wolf come to life, he leaned forward, his heated breath gliding across my skin as he growled softly, “All the better to fuck you with.”
My core clenched, aching for him to do just that.
But first?
First, I needed a taste.
Like a good queen, I got down on my knees for him, my dark, dominating king. Now, it was my turn to show him my respect, my servitude. My devotion.
I slid my fingers around his length, feeling the unfathomably hard ridges and thick, prominent veins pulsating with power. My hand looked so small in comparison, my ivory skin against his darkly tanned flesh.
“Sage,” he groaned as I started to stroke him, feeling the softness of his skin and the hardness of the granite beneath it.
I swept my tongue along the smooth tip, tasting the briny flavor of him. My eyes rolled back.Incredible.My hand continued to pump him in smooth, rhythmic motions as I tongued the slit in his tip, stirring a throaty, carnal moan from him. I craved to hear that sound again and again.
Licking my lips, I took his length in my mouth.
