Page 41 of Wings of The Wraith
Chapter 8
Alyssa
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When I first foundout the truth of my life and became exposed to this hidden, secret world I thought I would lose my mind.
I really did believe that.
There were points over the last day or so when I was just waiting for it to happen.
I didn’t realize then that those feelings from the emotions that gripped me were nothing.
It was this moment. Right here and now in this place where we were lost with Dante devouring me that made me feel like I’d lose my mind.
I didn’t even kiss on the first date. I’d never had a one-night stand and I most definitely would have never normally thought to be with a man after knowing him for hardly two days.
And not just a man, an angel.
An angel who touched me like I was his. I felt his touch in my soul. Caressing my essence as he showed me how much he wanted me.
He slipped my top over my head and unclasped my bra so he could move to my other breast to suck, giving it the same attention he did the other.
I came before he finished and the truly wicked smile on his face turned me on and made me wet all over again.
“Is this a good distraction princess?” He spoke against my nipple and made a show of licking the tips back to life.
“Perfect.” I breathed and returned his smile. Only momentarily though because he moved his hands across my leg and then between my thighs so he could press against my core.
With that sinful smile he pushed up rubbing against the hard nub of my clit. At that moment I didn’t care about anything anymore.
Nothing at all besides getting more of his touch. More of his touch and this feeling.
I gasped when he picked me up, scooping my topless form up from the ground as if I were weightless. He carried me over to a thicket of vines behind the tree we’d rested against and set me down.
“I changed my mind,” he said placing his hands either side of me. “I do care if people are watching. No one gets to see you but me.”
I couldn’t help the smile that inched across my lips. I definitely didn’t have a problem with that.
He crouched down and nuzzled his face into my crotch, securing his big, strong arms around my waist.
“You smell so good.” He growled and ran his hands down to my ass.
God, when he looked at me his eyes were gold, but quickly changed back to coal.
I pulled in a breath suddenly feeling a little off balance.
Again, I forgot he knew what I was thinking. He stood up and cupped my face.
He was concerned for me.
“Don’t be scared of me.” Worry filled his handsome face.
“I’m not, I’m just. It’s... different.” It just dawned on me that I was just me, and he was this magnificent being. This godlike man who’d most assuredly been with the most perfect women in his lifetime.
And... I was just Alyssa Forrester.
“No, you are not just Alyssa Forrester.” He brushed his lips over mine. “There is no one like you.”
