Page 56 of The Guardian (Dark-Hunter 20)
His mouth watering, he cupped her breasts that overfilled his hands and smiled at the bounty of them. He lifted her up so that he could run his tongue over the tight nipple of her right breast and finally taste her.
Mmm ... she was even more succulent than his best fantasy, and he wanted to taste every inch of her body until he was drunk from it.
Lydia shivered at the way Seth's tongue played against her breast as he rolled her over onto her back without withdrawing from her.
Then he moved from breast to breast, tickling her nipples with his tongue and then his whiskers in turn. Something that made her entire body convulse with unbelievable bliss. Who knew a man could do that? Her demon lord was extremely talented. So much so that she actually came a few minutes later just from that alone.
Throwing her head back, she laughed in ecstasy as her world exploded.
Seth smiled as he felt her shuddering against him. The sound of his name on her lips ...
It was the sweetest of songs and he was so grateful he'd given her that voice.
He'd never taken delight in pleasing his partners before. In the past, he'd developed that particular skill as a way to get them off him quicker so that he could find his own release and be done with them.
But with Lydia, he wanted it to last and he wanted her to be pleasured like she'd never been pleasured before. He was desperate to make sure that when she left this bed, she didn't regret a single minute of being with him.
Lydia licked her lips as her body settled back down and Seth continued to run his hands over her breasts while he gently nipped her skin with his teeth. She lifted herself up to kiss him.
He pulled back again.
"Seth-"
"I'm sorry," he whispered. Staring at her, he swallowed hard, then lowered his lips toward hers. His entire body was tense and rigid. He all but cringed in expectation of her kiss.
Lydia ran her finger over his mouth while he watched her. "A kiss isn't supposed to hurt, Seth."
He frowned as if he thought she was insane.
"Trust me."
Seth nodded, even though he didn't believe her for an instant. Kisses didn't hurt women. But they always hurt him. No matter who gave them, the result was ever the same.
He braced himself for the coming pain as she pressed her lips to his. She buried her hands in his hair while she lightly tongued his lips, sending chills all over him. And when she slipped her tongue into his mouth to stroke his tongue and tease his teeth, he swore he saw stars from it.
Lydia smiled as she felt him relaxing against her, and getting more into the kiss, until he finally took control of it.
Now it was her turn to be amazed. While she'd had her share of boyfriends and dates over the centuries, none of them had ever kissed her like this.
Like she was the air he breathed. She sank her hands into his soft curls and let them wrap around her fingers in the sweetest of caresses. She didn't know why, but those curls always made her smile. Probably because hair like his was rare. Not just the unusual color of it, but also the silkiness of his curls. The way they spiraled in a mad chaos that was unruly and yet controlled and formed. Ever a contradiction.
Just like him.
And in that one moment, as their breaths mingled and he groaned against her, she made the most startling discovery of all.
She loved him.
Truly. Deeply.
And with the whole of her heart.
Yes, he made her crazy. He had a way of infuriating her to the highest level of madness and motivating her into wanting to murder him.
And at the same time, he broke her heart and made her crave his touch even while she was trying to figure out where to hide his body.
But most of all, whenever he looked at her, she felt like a goddess. Pure and simple. And when he held her like this, she could almost believe she was beautiful.
I love you, Seth.
If only she dared say that out loud. Yet she knew better. He wasn't ready to believe her. He'd been too hurt. But in time, she was going to make him see it. Somehow.
Seth's head swam at the way Lydia held on to him and kissed his lips without hurting him in the least. Never had he imagined anything sweeter. More succulent.
Now he understood why people craved this. Why they were willing to die and to kill for it.
And as he breathed her in, a need came from the darkest part of his soul.
Love me ...
He was desperate for her heart and he had no idea why. But whenever he was with her ...
Nothing else mattered. He felt no pain.
Only her. Her smile warmed him all the way to the coldest part of his soul. And she had no idea how much power she had over him. Noir may have owned his body.
But she owned his heart and his beleaguered soul.
In her arms, he had the ability to dream again. To believe that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't a worthless piece of shit to be used and discarded.
That maybe for once, he was worth keeping.
In that moment, he felt more exposed and vulnerable than he ever had before. Because he knew a truth he could never deny.
Lydia was the one person on this earth, above or beyond, who could destroy him with one single word.
How could he have done this to himself? He knew better than to let anyone close to him. Yet he couldn't keep her out. She was too vital, too sweet, and the way she looked at him ...
