Page 224 of Cursed Evermore
The air sparked between us as we got lost in more consuming kisses. I tasted freedom in him. Pure, unfiltered freedom. It spread through every nerve of my body until it sank into my core.
I was only pulled away from the sensation when his hard-as-steel erection pressed into my belly against my hip in the same deliberate, possessive manner that he kissed me.
Gods, it was like he wanted me to know I'd done that to him. And I loved that I had.
With his lips still claiming mine, his hands slid down to grip my ass, setting off the nest of butterflies in my stomach. Then he drifted back up, gliding over my breasts and down my stomach, leaving fire in the wake of his touch.
His hands made their way between my thighs. A stroke of his finger across my clit through my dress awakened everything inside me.
Wolfe drew back from my lips, leaving our breaths tangled and ragged like we'd just run from something. Or toward it. I caught the hunger in his eyes as he stared at me, touching my mouth with his thumb.
“Slowly.” His voice dropped a notch below a whisper. “I'm going to savor every inch of youslowly. Starting by taking this off.”
He tugged on my dress and traced one long finger down the valley between my breasts. In a single flick, he undid the crisscross ribbon, and the cotton fell away, gaping open under the heat of his gaze.
Then his hands found my shoulders, pushing the fabric away with deliberate slowness. The dress surrendered to hiscommand, floating down my body in a soft rustle before settling in a pool at my feet.
I stood before him in nothing but the gossamer-thin chemise, the silk so fine it might as well have been mist. The delicate fabric clung to my puckered nipples and every curve, showing all the ways my body had betrayed me from his touch.
His gaze swept over me with appreciation, the corner of his mouth quirked upward in a dark smile. He crouched, lifted my leg, and slipped off my shoes. Then he lowered his lips to the smooth skin and kissed his way up. When he reached my thighs, I thought he'd continue to the place I wanted him most, but he paused, took the hem of my chemise, and lifted it over my head as he stood.
Cool air met my naked body, and my awareness returned. I moved to cover myself, but Wolfe grabbed my hands.
“No.” He pressed my hands against the wall. “Don't hide from me, Elariya.” The way he said my name, like an enchanted whisper, made my heart stutter.
“I—”
“I want to see you. All of you.”
My lips parted as if I was going to answer, but there were no more words in my mind.
I'd never stood this bare before anyone. This moment was the furthest I'd ever gone. Everything we did next would be more firsts for me. And they would all be with him.
Wolfe drank me in with primal desire, his eyes roaming over me from head to toe as if he were trying to memorize every part of me. He took his time, pausing briefly at the large swells of my breasts, the flat of my stomach, then down to the mound of my sex.
Despite the hunger burning in his gaze, there was something reverent in his expression. Like he was looking at somethingsacred and forbidden all at once. The look was so potent I forgot my nakedness and prayed my heart would always remember it.
“You're beautiful,” he breathed, his voice thick with awe.
I swallowed hard, past the lump in my throat. “Thank you... though I'm sure you've had better.”
He leaned into me, fangs bared. “Not in three hundred years has anyone compared to you, Ziyka.”
My skin prickled with goose bumps as his confession settled into my bones. The weight of his words crashed over me like a tide I couldn't escape.
I couldn't imagine how many women had warmed his bed in three centuries. Yet here I stood, somehow different, somehow worth remembering.
Before I could take my next breath, he scooped me up and carried me over to the bed. He lay me down in the center and shrugged out of his jacket, then he climbed onto the bed and brushed a teasing kiss on my lips before licking over my nipples.
Blood raced through me, my body responding to his mouth before my mind could keep up.
“I've been dying to suck on these since I met you,” he husked. “Do you know how badly I've wanted you?”
I gasped, utterly lost. Wolfe leaned in, licked a slow stripe over the top of my breast, and inhaled the scent of my skin. I didn't know if I'd survive this... but I'd never wanted anything more.
“While I’m feasting on your tits, I want you to imagine what I’m going to do to your clit. Because when I get down there, I'm going to make you scream.”
His mouth closed over my nipple before I could think, then everything in my mind shattered. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, every lick and flick sending liquid pleasure shooting through me.
