Page 132 of Dagger in the Sea

She scrambled up on her knees, and laying down on the divan, I slid between her legs, wrapping an arm around her waist, bracing her and pulling her down to my mouth. I wanted all of her on me.

Sweet, sweet roses. Secret musk.

“Turo! Oh…né…né…”

Greek, English, her sayingyesto me with her body and her mind was everything.

Leaning back, she gripped my raised knees and shuddered, crying out as my mouth possessed her. In a blur I pulled her off me and fitted myself with the goddamn rubber. I brought her body down on top of mine, her back to my chest, the two of us facing the stars, and angling my hips, I entered her.

If there is a heaven, this, this is it.

Panting, she let out a low cry, her face turning into my throat, her lips on my skin.

“Turo, Turo…”

“Look at the sky, baby. Send your moans up to the stars. Make them brighter for us.”

Her fingernails dug into my arms.

Her insides so slick, so firm all around me. Our sweaty, sticky bodies molded together. My face pressed against hers and I found her lips once more. The taste of the rose liqueur stained them still.

She raised herself up, and my cock slid out of her. Pushing me back, she straddled me, her hair a curtain over us. Her hand went between us and fitted me inside her once more.

A slice of velvet in the dark.

“Yes,” heaved from my throat. “Adriana.”

She rocked over me, taking me deeper inside her, her body drawing me in and in and in. We kissed and tumbled in that kiss. I pulled her hair from her face. I had to see her in the candlelight. See that abandon satisfied along with mine.

“Adri—”

Our eyes locked, and her fingernails dug into my arms. She moved faster, her body creating poetry I couldn’t quite decipher. We moved in the rhythm of her verses, their foreign words magic. We were the words, and she strung us together the way she wanted.

She came, grinding over me, and I chased my own end with her body holding me tight. Planting her hands in the cushion on either side of me, her eyes flared, her lips parted with the effort.

My hands slid up her back, a silent pleading. Heart pounding, pulse skidding. Everything hung on a teetering hinge. I needed her mouth, I needed her tongue on mine.

I needed her.

“Kiss me, baby,” I whispered, my voice raw.

She dug her fingers into my hair and devoured my mouth, and I flew.

Not immune.

Not an outsider looking in.

I couldn’t block it, fight it, stop it. Didn’t want to.

I wanted to give in to her, and I had. I wanted more of her, and I got it.

I gother.

All the previous experiences I’d had with women had been characterized by a dual you-get-yours and-I-get-mine self-sufficiency. This with Adri,thiswas not that. This was messy, this was clear, this was layers of need, connection, raw hunger, sweet heat.

The cool breeze skimmed our hot skin, and she curled into my chest. I held her in my arms, our heavy breaths slowing. Spent, full. Tingling. I gulped in the perfumed air around us as her lips nuzzled my throat.

A vast, black, starry sky filled my vision. “So many stars,” I murmured.

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