Page 34 of The Thief
Alastair palmed the beautiful flesh and kissed her as he pressed her back against the bed again, the shock for Scarlett setting in. Alastair broke their kiss and leaned down, taking his first look at her breasts and he was not disappointed.
Her breasts were firm and not perfectly round, the nipples perky and begging for his kiss. Her nipples were a dusty rose, perfectly matched to her lips. They were hard in anticipation, waiting for something they had never experienced before.
Her face flushed as he perused her flesh, the red stain of embarrassment so enticing.
He took a nipple into his mouth and as his warmth wrapped around the turgid flesh, Scarlett gasped, her arms struggling against the fabric that held her captive. Alastair nipped and tickled and teased her nipples with his tongue, making her moan in pleasure as he sucked her nipple deeply into his mouth. He let it go and blew softly on it, the cold air a sharp contrast to the warmth that had just surrounded her flesh.
“Alastair!” she cried, tugging hard at her to reach him.
He chuckled darkly but leaned up, helping her pull her arms from the sleeves. She laid back on the bed and looked up at him, desire and fear mingling in her eyes. Not fear of harm, but of the unknown.
He pressed his lips to hers, giving her a reassuring kiss.
As he kissed her, his hands slid down her body, briefly fondling her luscious breasts, then down through the bunched dress at her waist to the skirt below it. Alastair gathered the skirt in his hand and pulled it up towards her waist, revealing her long legs.
The slight chill in the air hit Scarlett’s naked legs and she broke the kiss, her voice hoarse when she asked, “Alastair, what are you doing?”
Dropping kisses on her flushed cheeks, he whispered, “Trust me.”
He skimmed his nails up the inside of her thigh, sending another cascade of shivers up and down her spine. Scarlett just nodded, her ability to speak gone as his hand moved up to her warmth and then toward her soft hair, making her tense up as his fingers found her warm and wet flesh.
Alastair could feel her body pulsing underneath his fingers, open and vulnerable to him. He had to hold himself completely still so he wouldn’t give into the urge to ravish her completely and make them one.
He heard her breathing heavily, the short breaths matching the rapid beating of her heart. Pinching the swollen flesh beneath his fingers, he stroked it gently, stoking the fire that she had burning inside her. Scarlett was on fire and she felt as if she was burning from the inside out.
Her hands grabbed at the sheets, fighting the urge to cry out in frustration.
Alastair moved his fingers again, this time slipping one finger inside her slick passage, the muscles clenching and grabbing at his finger. Slowly, he inched his finger deeper, bumping into the proof of her virginity. Scarlett waited with bated breath as he slid inside her, her body softly stretching to accommodate the digit.
Alastair drew his finger out and then thrust it back in, his finger pressing gently but firmly on her sensitive nub. She arched against him as he started to thrust his finger into her, slowly at first and then gaining a rhythm and moving a little bit faster. As he thrust into her, he pressed his thumb harder against her, the sensations coming from that most sensitive part of her body almost unexplainable. She could feel her body tensing as she rode the wave higher and higher, Alastair able to feel it too.
He leaned down and kissed her lips roughly, her gasps becoming soft moans.
Breaking the kiss, he bent and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking her swollen pearl as hard as he could.
The combination of sensations crashed into Scarlett and swept her over, her climax carrying her away as she cried out against Alastair’s shoulder. He held her as she shivered against him, the pulses of release ebbing after a while. When she finally felt like she had the strength, she opened her eyes, looking into the deep green staring back at her.
“Alastair…” she whispered.
He leaned down and kissed her softly, brushing some hair out of her face. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment when she realized she was almost naked in front of a man, and her cheeks burned even brighter when she thought of what they had done.
He rolled to her side and gathered her close to him, his heart pounding beneath her ear that rested there.
“Are you all right?” he whispered.
She nodded.
“Good.”
He dropped a kiss on her head and snuggled closely to her, pulling the covers over them and sighing softly.
Alastair laid in her bed with her for over an hour, making sure she fell asleep fully before getting out of bed.
He realized that her clothing was still in disarray and settled for trying to fix it up the best he could. He was able to get her to sit up long enough to attempt to do some lacing, but not all of it could be complete. Hopefully Melody would think nothing of it.
With one last kiss, he left the bedroom, leaving a short note behind, with her name scribbled on it. He left it on her nightstand and snuck out of the room, thankful there was no one around to see him.
Unfortunately, he missed one pair of eyes hidden from sight.
