Page 78 of Beauty and the Assassin
I lose my balance slightly, my fingers clutching his hand. It’s like I’m slightly drunk. What little distance between us disappears as I press my mouth against his.
He takes over instantly, his lips and tongue brushing, molding, licking, cajoling. Every touch stokes the lust burning through my veins. I wrap my hands around his neck and run my fingers through the short, silky texture of his hair.
He smells like the cigars he loves to puff in the evening—spice and coffee. Underneath it is the scent of his skin, warm and intoxicating. I can taste the wine we shared and him, all wild and powerful.
Pleasure like I’ve never known before courses through me like white-hot fire. I move closer, clinging and kissing him like it’s the only thing that matters in the universe. I crave him like a drug, and every touch intensifies the delirious high.
I tug at his shirt, untucking it. I slip my hands underneath, bold and greedy. His skin’s taut over the gorgeous, lean muscles I’ve admired so many mornings. The tingling sensation starts at my fingertips, then spreads all over like wildfire.
I glide my palms over his ridged abs and sides and trace the lines of his powerful back. All the while, I keep kissing him, keep pressing close, and revel in the feel of his rock-hard erection pushing against my belly.
The sound of his roughening breath is like an aphrodisiac. My underwear’s already soaked through. A painful ache makes my nipples tingle, while the emptiness between my legs throbs.
“I want you,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire.
“Are you sure, little fawn?” he whispers against my wet mouth, tender from the endless kiss.
I give him a small, but most affirmative, nod.
“Once I start, I might not be able to stop.”
He’s giving me a last warning, but instead of making me scared, excitement sparks like fireworks. “Who’s talking about stopping?” I wrap my limbs around him.
His eyes are narrowed with barely leashed passion. He reclaims my mouth. The kiss is unrestrained. Out of control. He devours my mouth like he’s starving for all of me. And I’ve been hungry for him for so, so long. Maybe ever since that jogging trail encounter, when he appeared like an awe-inspiring avatar of retribution. My guardian angel.
He glides his hands underneath my top. They’re large, hot and callused. He touches me all over, and it’s like pouring gasoline over the fire burning inside me.
When my back hits something soft, I realize I’m lying on a mattress. Not my room.
Faint whines come from someplace behind him. He doesn’t turn. “Out,” he says in a gravelly voice.
The dogs leave, and he quickly gets up and shuts the door, exiling his birthday-coned Dobermans.
I can barely take a breath before he’s on me again, pulling my clothes away and throwing them over his shoulder. He’s more desperate now, his movements impatient. I reach for him and yank at his clothes. I want him as naked as me, as vulnerable and needy as me.
He obliges, stripping down. When the buttons on his shirt take too long, he rips them off and flings the shirt on the floor. His shoes, socks, slacks, underwear… He sheds everything, revealing the perfection of his well-honed body before my eager eyes. He’s even more gorgeous this close, his shoulders impossibly wide, his waist impossibly tight. All the thick, strong muscles of the powerful physique, all within my reach. My hands itch to touch him, caress every gorgeous, defined line, stroke every rugged inch in sight.
And the thick and massive erection. The dark veins on the staff throb, and I lick my lips, imagining tracing my tongue over the lines they make. I want to hear the sound he makes when I do that.
He cups my breasts. Heat sears my nerve endings, shatters all my thoughts. Air shudders out of me and I dig my fingers into his thick, broad shoulders.
He wraps his mouth around a nipple. He sucks hard, his tongue flicking the tip. Layer by layer the pleasure builds. I arch my back, sinking my fingers deeper into him to anchor myself, lest I get swept away by torrential bliss.
He’s greedy as he sucks on the nipple, then moves to the other one while pinching and tugging at the freed tip. I move restlessly, every cell inside me vibrating with need and pleasure.
I’m so wet, so empty.
Then his teeth sink lightly into my nipple, just enough to make them felt without causing pain.
I cry out as a massive wave of pleasure crashes over me, then twists me inside out. My vision goes white. My toes curl. The flesh between my legs pulses, desperate for him, even in this tsunami of ecstasy.
Tolyan gives a wicked, satisfied chuckle and gently licks my overly responsive breast. “Aren’t you a sensitive little fawn?”
“Yes,” I say, nearly mindless with the need for more. The emptiness between my legs is now unbearable. I press myself against him shamelessly. “Please.”
He reaches between my thighs. His fingers glide between my slick folds, pressing against my clit. Electric pleasure zaps through me. My nerve endings prickle.
“Yes.” I whimper, clinging to him and rocking against his large hand, but he isn’t moving fast enough. I reach over and wrap my hand around his erection. It pulses like there’s a separate heart inside the shaft. He’s so thick, I can barely wrap my hand around it. And I want him to glide inside me right now, fill the emptiness that hurts too much.
