Page 6 of Caressed By Sin
“Why? You didn’t have the other women be patient.”
“They’re not you.”
More nervousness hit me.
“Is your skin really this silky or are you using a spell?”
“I don’t know spells.”
He tossed my dreadlocks over my right shoulder, exposing my pointed ear. His breath brushed against the skin on my neck. I trembled beneath his hands and hoped he didn’t notice.
I didn’t know how or why, but I could taste his desire for me.
“Why don’t you know spells?”
“I don’t have any fairy magic.”
“Why not?”
“I just don’t,” I whispered, as he kissed the sensitive point of my ear. Trembling, I forced myself to stay focused on the hunt.
I knew he could probably detect the areas of my body that delivered me into a lusty stupor. I shifted away from him, and he groaned, bringing those lips back to land kisses on my ear’s tender spots.
Does he really want me, or is this all a part of his seduction?
A smoldering sensation gathered at the bundle of nerves between my thighs.
I struggled with breathing, trying to concentrate.
I planted my hand on my ear. “So maybe we should—”
“Don’t block me again,” he snarled and gently positioned my hand back on the wall. “You taste so good.”
His mouth traveled away from my ear. A combination of relief and disappointment poured over me. And then he greedily sucked on the curve of my neck.
I gasped, throwing my head back and arching my breasts into the wall, the chilled silver teased my hardening nipples.
I’m still in control. Right?
I struggled to manage my breathing as he came closer to me, forming his body against mine. His erection pressed into the contours of my behind, engulfing my loins with a thunderous ache that shook my whole body.
“What’s your name?” he asked, and I was grateful because it brought me back to the moment—back to the hunt.
“Fatou.”
“Fatou,” he whispered back. His hands journeyed down my neck to the swell of my breasts and into the top of my dress, giving me the sensation of satin sliding over my skin. He stroked my nipples with the soft tips of his fingers and circled the peaks.
“Fuck,” I gasped and licked my lips as his touch consumed me.
He groaned, probably sensing my enjoyment and preparing to feed from my arousal.
Moaning, I tossed my head back onto his strong shoulder, relishing in each caress of his fingers. My nipples hardened. An undying desire pulsed between my thighs.
If this were another day, another time, another creature, I would bend over and spread my legs apart, urging him to pound his hard dick into me.
Tonight is not that night.
But he continued to toy with my nipples, each sensual rub over my peaks welcomed the possibility of his greedy mouth licking and tugging on them until I exploded. I moaned and then my eyes immediately widened as shock halted my desires.
