I broke the kiss, my mouth drifting down her neck and over the diamond necklace I’d sent her when the sun set this evening. “So perfect.”
Her grip shifted to my hair as my mouth ghosted over the swells of her breasts, pausing where her pulse pounded. I let myself feel the hunger, embrace and acknowledge it. Then I set it aside.
“I can feel how hungry you are,” she whispered as I rose to my full height, angling her neck for access.
My fangs lengthened, and my cock swelled.
“Later.” I turned her gently so I could examine the back of her dress. Thank God it was a zipper, or I would have shredded the whole damned thing to get her out of it.
“But that’s why the dress is crimson right?” she teased over her shoulder as I tugged the zipper down the first few inches. “Less mess. I mean…imagine white!”
Go slow. She’s never done this before, you idiot.
My fingers paused as I stroked my mouth over hers once. Twice. “Crimson is the color of life, and that’s what you are to me now—my life.” I nipped her bottom lip, careful to keep my fangs off the delicate flesh. “Now, Mrs. Markov, can I help you out of this dress?”
She gifted me with a brilliant smile. “Yes, please.”
I turned my attention to her zipper, then lowered myself so I could kiss each inch of creamy skin as it was exposed. Leaving her white, diaphanous, strapless lace bra in place, I worshiped a trail down her spine until I reached the top of a matching thong.
“Fuck me, Lyric. If I’d known this was all you had on under this dress, we never would have made it to the wedding in the first place.” I caressed the skin of her lower back as the zipper reached the end of its path.
“Then I’m glad you didn’t know.” She took a deep breath, then shrugged out of the dress, letting the fabric flutter to the ground in a puddle around her feet.
“Damn.” She had the most perfect ass I’d ever seen. Round and lush. Made for my hands, my mouth. I gripped her hips and placed an open mouth kiss on her right cheek. The scent of her arousal only served to heighten mine, but that was the way it was supposed to be, wasn’t it? She wanted, I provided. “I’m going to devour you.”
She turned slowly, and I nearly swallowed my tongue. Her high, firm breasts rose with every breath. Her waist narrowed gracefully, then flared to these incredible hips. She was generously curved everywhere a female should be.
“Exquisite,” I said softly, kissing the soft skin of her belly, just above her underwear.
“I’m shorter than other females,” she whispered, her hands tugging at my jacket.
I threw the damned thing across the room, sending the tie right after it, leaving me in just the black dress shirt above the waist. “You’re the only female as far as I’m concerned, and I love the way you fit against me.” I traced the band of her thong with my tongue.
She balanced herself on my shoulders, then kicked out of her shoes.
I hit my knees, the scent of her driving me slowly mad. Go slow.
“I know I’m supposed to be gentle with you,” I growled, unable to moderate my tone as my hands followed the dip of her waist. “So if you need me to slow down or ease up, you have to let me know, Lyric.” My eyes locked with hers.
“I just need you to be you, Alek.” She swallowed and reached behind her back.
I heard every single hook slip free as she removed her bra and dropped it to the ground beside us. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful.”
The hard, rosy tips of her breasts swayed above me as Lyric hooked her thumbs into the white lace strings that held her panties in place. “I don’t want you to hold back.” She drew them down her thighs. “I don’t want you to go slow or easy.”
“Lyric,” I groaned as gravity took that last scrap of fabric the rest of the way to the floor, and she stepped free to stand gloriously naked. She was going to be the death of me.
“I want you to take me exactly how you want to.” The nervousness behind that calm, easy tone was only obvious by her quick breaths. “I want you to be…you, Alek. I need you to be exactly as you are. I can take it. I can take you.”
She stared down at me with a spark of challenge in those gorgeous green eyes, and the need to claim her in every way possible roared through my veins.
Fuck it. I’d go slow as soon as I had this.
“Then take me,” I said just before I grabbed hips and buried my face between her thighs, stabbing my tongue through her folds to taste her. I moaned, long and loud as she gasped, gripping my shoulders.
I nudged her thighs apart for a better angle, then stroked deeper, dragging my tongue over her clit with each slide.
“Alek!” Her nails bit as she clutched me for balance, but I didn’t carry her to a wall or even the bed. I was too hungry for her to move another inch. Spreading her with my fingers, I flicked and rubbed at her clit, and once she began rocking against me, riding my tongue, I thrust inside her with a finger, then two, stretching her tight muscles with each stroke.
She had to be ready for me. I’d rather die than hurt her.
Her knees shook, but still, I drove on, feasting on her cries of pleasure and the sweet nectar of her pussy as I added a third finger.
She was so wet, so slick, I knew I could take her to the floor and claim her, but I needed her drenched, needed her desperate for me.
“Oh, God.” She swayed, leaning heavily on me as her breath quickened, and the movement of her hips grew frantic.
“You’re right there, aren’t you?” I didn’t wait for her reply before I sucked her clit. Hard.
She screamed, coming around my fingers in pulsating waves, flooding my hand and my mouth. I licked her clean and stroked her through her orgasm. It was only a moment before she went limp, her muscles giving out.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her to our bed as she recovered, looking up at me with a dreamy tilt to her mouth as she caressed mine with her thumb. “You have the most incredible mouth.”
“You have an incredible everything.” I kissed her deep, letting her taste her own desire, then stood back and quickly stripped out of my clothes. She was a vision against the black sheets, her skin flushed and her lips swollen.
“Oh, wow,” she managed on a breathy sigh as I stalked across the bed to hover over her. “You are…wow.” Her eyes followed her fingers as she explored the lines of my chest, my roped stomach. She ran her tongue over her lips when she reached my cock.
There wasn’t an ounce of virginal shyness in this woman’s body. We were well and truly matched.
“Fuck me.” I sucked in a breath when she tried to wrap her fingers around my dick. The pleasure of that single touch ripped down my spine, the intensity of it a warning of just how close I was to losing my control. “Lyric. Love, you can play all you want later.”
“I want to play now.” She gave me a wicked grin as I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand.
“Later,” I warned her. “I want you too much.” My eyes dropped to the beating pulse in her throat.
The little temptress noticed and tilted her head back. I couldn’t decide if she trusted me more than I deserved or had a death wish. Either way, I wasn’t giving in. Not yet.