Page 36 of Caressed By Sin
I need to get some sense of control.
He lifted me up.
Startled, I mumbled, “What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want.” He carried me to a corner in the room and planted me against the wall.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Have you. . .forgiven me?”
“Maybe.”
I blinked. “But, do we have a deal?”
“Maybe.” He nipped at my bottom lip and sucked on it.
Unable to control myself, I moaned.
His satin skin rubbed against me as he buried his face into my dreadlocks and boldly inhaled. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“I won’t violate your trust again.” I brushed my fingers through his charcoal waves. “I’m sorry about biting you.”
“Fuck the fact that you bit me.” He kissed the curve of my neck. “I’m more concerned about the khaki.”
I wanted to laugh, but, fast, he pushed me further against the wall, devouring my mouth with an intensity that overwhelmed all my senses. I felt close to exploding.
This next drug-like kiss was the crackle of fire. A feel-so-good burn that seared my lips and stole my breath.
And for the first time in years, I let go of my mission to get my daughter and fell into the lush sensations of Azar and his demon magic.
I may get addicted to this.
The sensual sound of our lips on each other shifted to a symphony of passion, desire, and pleasure.
My mind told me to pull back, but my body wasn’t listening.
He fed from me greedily, and all I could do was give him more, tempted by the way his tongue caressed, entranced by the overwhelming sensuality of him.
My mind and body were at war, and I would inevitably lose, because I couldn’t resist the feel of his lips against mine. My heart thundered, beating along with his power.
My pussy dampened and ached.
I drank from him, knowing that every new touch of his lips would make me more addicted. Already, my skin burned. Already, I could feel myself sinking into the white-hot warmth of his drugging touch. Already, I was falling, spiraling down.
“Oh,” I moaned, indulging in the smooth texture of those lips.
As if answering my pleasure, he pressed against me, and I reveled in the hard planes of his chest and the heat of him between my legs.
The exotic spice of his lips was like a drug for my senses. His hands grasped my hips, sending thrilling vibrations through every part of my being. He pulled me closer, and I felt the hard rise of his cock against my thigh.
“Azar.” I restrained myself from rubbing my pussy over his muscles, but I had to have him inside me.
Finally, I could let go, be free, and let someone touch me if only for a few minutes. My hands went to his leather pants. My fingers fumbled with yanking down his pants.
Growling, he moved my hands away. Heavy lids drooped over his eyes. “The deal was I tasteyou.”
“But—”
“Silence, hunter.” Fast, he lifted me high up in the air.
