Page 25 of Seduced By Darkness
Silvery light falls over us as he reclines on his elbows in the heather, his enormous chest rising and falling with each desperate breath he takes. “I feel a little like a blushing virgin. Should I disrobe? Are you planning on seducing me, my love?”
He keeps calling me that.
“Always,” I whisper. My heart trips all over itself as I reach behind my neck and draw the ribbons on my dress loose. Instantly, the fabric of my bodice loosens, my nipples furling into tight buds behind the silk. His eyes darken, his breath catching in his chest as if he didn’t expect this. Maybe that’s what gives me the strength of will to do this. The dress slides down my skin, pooling around my feet.
There’s nothing beneath the dress.
Nothing but my heart slamming against my ribs as I stand bare before him.
“Maia’s breath,” he whispers in awe. “What are you doing to me?”
“Aren’t we playing at blushing virgin and reckless rogue?” It’s easier to tease him and pretend I’m not so vulnerable.
“We are.” He bites his bottom lip. “I’m just not sure if I should let you have my innocence. I barely know you. You might be planning to ruin me.”
“Oh, I plan on ruining you.” I can’t help laughing.
He shakes his head. “This is not what I intended when I first saw you.”
“You’re such a liar,” I say, pulling pins from my hair and letting my hair fall in silken tangles over my shoulders. “Show me what you would do to a woman on a night like this. Show me what happens when you steal her away from the bonfires.”
My handsome stranger stares up at me, every inch of him arrested.
And then he sits up, reaching over his shoulder to haul his doublet off. Muscle curls in his abdominals. I see the ripple of them, before he’s casting his clothing aside.
He holds out a hand. “Then come here. And I will show you.”
5
Thiago
Gods, she’s so fucking perfect as she slides into my lap and presses her lips to mine.
All these years and she’s finally here in my arms. I can’t stop kissing her. I can’t stop tracing my palms over her skin. She’s real. She’s here.
She’s mine.
I had plans for the evening the second I saw her. She would be skittish. I needed to get to know her, woo her, gods, maybe even kiss her….
But she destroyed those plans the second she kissed me.
The moment she stripped off that gown all my thoughts of a slow seduction dissolved like a dream. She doesn’t want to know my name, or where I come from. She just wants this.Fine. I can work with that. I will have her one way or the other.
“Now what?” I ask, brushing my hand up her thigh as our lips break apart. Her skin is like silk.
“I don’t know.” There’s a hint of a blush to her cheeks.
“You’reruiningme,” I point out.
“Yes, but…. I’ve never been in this position before.” Her gaze drops away. “I don’t chase strange males. I don’t kiss them. I don’t…. I don’t do this.”
I take pity on her. “This?”
Taking her hand I place her palms on my chest and glide them over my skin. Her breath catches, her gaze focusing on what her hands are doing. It gives me a moment to examine her face.
Gods, I’ve dreamed of her thousands of times, imagined her thousands more, but I never even came close to the truth. There’s a certain type of wonder in her expression, as if she’s inexperienced. I doubt that’s the truth. She wouldn’t have simply stripped her gown off if she was—and she’s clearly after pleasure tonight and nothing else—but it makes an odd shiver run through my gut.
Mine. She feels like mine in all the ways that matter. My cock aches. I want to roll her onto her back and drive myself into her. I want it so desperately I can barely restrain myself.
