Page 35 of Caressed By Sin
“Adae has a hard on for you. There is nothing he wouldn’t do to get you in his grasp. He would have already been here.”
“Hmmm.”
“Kiss me, Azar.”
Heat filled those brown eyes. His pupils expanded and reddened until there was only a fine brown ring left in each iris. He was an animal looking at prey. His demonic magic, rich and heavy with desire, flickered across my skin.
Lust began to swamp me. Open up my senses. Drown me.
And I didn’t know if it was my body’s true reaction or Azar working me with his magic.
I slid my tongue over my lips and heard him groan.
He slipped his gaze over my curves and then settled it on my breasts.
The lust that bombarded me made me tremble. I was so close to just grabbing him, and kissing him.
But I didn’t move. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I’d been affected by his magic.
“Perhaps, a test is in order.” Azar moved his big hand my way, gripped my waist, and pulled me to him. With the other hand, he stroked my cheek, delivering heated swirls throughout my body. “You won’t get any other chances with me.”
Trembling, I looked up at him. “I know that.”
“Don’t make me kill you, Fatou.”
“I won’t.”
He leaned down to me, pressing his lips onto mine.
Oh.
His lips were softer than I anticipated, and his mouth pulsated with energy. Heat spread down my body and swirled between my legs.
Oh.
Parting my lips, I grew more and more helpless and needy for him.
His kiss glided against my lips, unveiling sensations and anticipation I’d never felt before. His tongue entered my mouth filling it with a spice that reminded me of the Middle East. His hands cupped my ass, squeezing and making me moan.
I put my hands up to his shoulders, wanting to feel his tongue inside of me. I pressed my breasts against his chest, feeling his heart.
I inhaled his scent. It was an intoxicating fragrance that I couldn’t place.
He smelled like an exotic jungle of pleasure. It was a strange mixture of spicy and rich, musky and sweet. The scent was everything, yet nothing at all—cinnamon and blackberries, smoky woods on a cool ocean breeze, ripe strawberries dancing between floating dandelions, wet earth surrounded by burnt cloves.
All I knew was that images of fucking played in my mind, just from his smell.
A low growl left him.
Startled, I leaned away from his lips.
“I like those caps.” He kissed me, sliding his tongue across my lips. His mouth was electric. Tantalizing. Stimulating my body in every way.
And I wondered if I would be able to stand the pressure that was building inside of me. I wanted to trust him, but I didn’t know if it would be wise. I could feel that inch of space that separated our bodies, and it was all that kept me from falling apart under his touch.
It was odd, but I instantly craved the taste of his lips.
Teasing me, he brushed his lips against mine and then drifted their softness over my cheek.
