Page 20 of The Sweetest Lies
“Avian?” I whisper like a question once more.
“Mmm?” He groans that retort along my lips before sliding his tongue along mine so perfectly that I feel it deep within my core.
There’s a hazy moment where I don’t know what I want to say. The emotions are hot and flooding and drifting and slamming all at once.
But then I speak before my mind even processes it all. “I love you.”
That smile pulls at his lips once more. He kisses me slowly, intimately instead of primitively.
“I love you too, Cers,” he says so gently, I feel the warmth of his calming words all through my chest.
It’s the sweetest heartfelt moment.
And then his fingertips dig into my flesh as he grabs my thighs and tosses me back against the mattress. The gasp that escapes my lips is a sound of thrilled surprise.
But he’s always like that.
I never know what this sweet, barbaric man will do from one minute to the next.
The way he shadows over me, gazing down at me like he’s trying to sense the shock on my face, it just makes me wish like hell he could actually see me.
He never will, but...
“That gasp is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard,” he groans.
My heart hammers harder as he kneels before me, his legs spread wide, accentuating the leanness of his hips, the hardness of his stomach, the broadness of his shoulders.
He’s so damn perfect, it’s hard not to stare.
“You’re quiet...” His head tilts, his brow scrunching as he picks apart the meaning in my quietness. “Tell me why.”
My lips part, but it’s harder than I thought it would be to explain reactions and emotions and thoughts all at once to someone who misses the basic cues I never realized I took for granted.
"I—you’re incredibly perfect.Sexy. Visually domineering."
A low chuckle like honey dripping down smooth marble shakes out of him. “You think I'm domineering?” His palms lower to either sides of his hips, and the way he looks up at me from beneath his heavy brow is a dark look of seduction.
A shiver races along my flesh from where his arms brush against my pants.
“I think you’re as dominant as your situation needs you to be,” I say very carefully and with more thought into the statement than I’d ever realized. “You’re not controlling, but you can take control if need be. You’re not aggressive... unless you need to be.”
He crawls closer, hovering his hard body just over mine, skimming skin-to-skin contact with so much minimal touch that it makes me ache for more.
“And how controlling and aggressive do you think I’m about to be, Cersia?” His lips nearly touch mine as he speaks sensually into my mouth, giving me his words but taking my breath along with them.
With gentle slowness, his big palm grips my hip, and the moment he settles his weight against me, my pelvis reacts. My body melds against his, and the hardness between my thighs presses firmer against me the more I grind into him. He works with me as we ever so slightly push and pull to feel every part of one another in just the right places.
“I think you’re going to be as aggressive as the situation calls for,” I say on as even and steady tone as I can manage.
One corner of his lips quirks up in a sexy, sinuous smile.
He darts down so fast, I barely process he’s gone until the warmth of his body is ripped away. And then so are my pants.
In one fast move, he’s gripped them and dragged them down my legs in a tangle of fabric neither one of us cares about at all. The feather-light touch of his fingertips against my panties is a bit more delicate.
“Lace,” he whispers in a delicious tone that tingles right through me. Especially when he lowers his head and presses a slow open-mouthed kiss right against the sheer cloth between my thighs.
A breath shakes from my lungs, but he doesn’t pause to appreciate the sound of it the way he did before. Instead, he opens his mouth and drags the heat of his tongue from my opening all the way up to my clit.
