Page 60 of Serpentine Valentine
“I want to fuck you,” I told her boldly, swallowing the fear that threatened to consume me.
She bit her lip, every inch of her pale skin flushed with heat from the bath, and heat, I hoped, for me. After a moment, she nodded. “Okay, I want that, too.”
Oh.
Those words, so simple, unadorned, sheared through me like a hot knife.
“Drop the towel.”
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the knotted fabric, but she didn’t look away from my gaze as she flicked it undone. I resisted the urge to take in her nakedness for the first time for as long as I could. An exercise in willpower. I wanted to make sure I was still in control of the ravening beast inside me, the only one that usually hungered for male destruction but which, at this moment, only hungered for her.
Luna lifted her chin just slightly, a physical dare for me to judge her and find her as wanting as she seemed to find herself.
At least I could give her that. Fuel for self-love. I could show hertonight how beautiful she was: skin, bones, and spirit. With my hands, my tongue, my teeth, and the words that fought to get loose on my tongue.
I let my eyes drop, and my gasp perfumed the three yards of space between us.
Rosy skin over strong, supple muscle. She had a natural curve at her waist, but no softness. Her abdominals softly sketched out in shadow, her hips firm and arms muscled. Her breasts were lovely, mouth-watering pink nipples naturally tipped up as if begging for my mouth’s attention, and the apex of her lean thighs was covered in downy rose gold curls.
Arousal slapped me in the face, and I had to step back to brace myself against the wrought-iron footboard of my bed.
“I couldn’t have imagined you more beautiful than this,” I admitted, letting my tone soften to show her the depth of my hunger and admiration.
I felt almost woozy with lust.
My whole life, I’d wanted this. A woman to know like this: carnally, emotionally, spiritually. I’d dreamt of tracing curves and lines with my fingers, of being allowed to taste from the well between soft thighs, and the peak of a breast, the silken areola and the turgid nipple.
That I was being blessed with the opportunity to do so now, after everything that had happened to me, but also with this girl who made me feel almost clean and new again, nearly brought me to my knees.
So I decided to give in to the sensation and dropped to them.
“Come here,” I demanded from my place of worship.
My mouth was so dry the only thing that would satiate my thirst was her.
Luna moved to me instantly, hooked on the line of my commanding tone. I fucking loved that about her. Her desire to submit to me, to please me. It made me feel ten feet tall and filled with unassailable power.
When she was within reach, I banded my arms around her hips and laid my brow against her flat stomach. After a moment, her hands foundmy head, the tips of her fingers winding through my hair.
Her bath-warmed skin was fragrant and soft as satin. I pressed a chaste kiss to her belly button. One to the blade of each hip bone. Another to the top of her groin. When I looked up at her through my lashes, her head was tossed back, eyes closed, and mouth open. After a moment, she looked down at me, wet hair unleashed from the ribbon to fall around her face.
God, she was gorgeous.
“I have to taste you,” I told her, trying to keep the keen edge of my desperation from my voice.
It didn’t seem to work. Her fingers flexed in my hair, and her flush deepened to a red turned golden by the lamplight, almost the same color as her hair.
“I want you to.”
I closed my eyes to relish the permission and then bent my head to kiss just above her clit. The soft curls smelled musky and sweet, like honey and the spiced autumn wind. I moaned against her, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the sides of her inner thighs, closer and closer to her entrance.
“Lex,” she moaned, fingers spasming in my hair. “Please.”
“I’ll give you what you need,” I told her. “Just be a good girl for me. Spread your legs wider.”
She adjusted her stance immediately, and I rewarded her with a husky laugh and a long, slow swipe of my tongue across her leaking slit.
“Ohmygod,” she slurred, thrusting her hips forward to chase after the sensation.
