Dark Admirer (17 page)

“Yes. You tempt beyond what I can endure.”

The moth lifted from her fingers as her hands flew to her face. Her fingers were immediately captured and held. She gasped as her vision was snuffed.

“It is only silk,”
Anael said against her ear.
“See,”
he slid her fingers along the material.
“Soft, just as your skin is.”

She couldn’t speak, could barely even breathe. His chest was pressed tightly to her back and she could sense through her thin gown that his chest was naked, allowing her to feel the incredible heat and energy radiating from him.

“Why am I blindfolded?”

“My fantasy.”

She heard the lack of conviction in his voice. It was not his fantasy. It was something he felt was a necessity.

“I want to see you.”

“Not like this,”
he said as he brought her back and held her tightly against his chest.
“You would not like what you see.”

“Let me be the judge.”

“No, because I fear the verdict.”

“You do not know me very well then. I do not make judgment upon men because of their faces. I judge them based on their character.”

“Not…yet,”
he said, and she heard the tiny catch in his voice.
“One day, perhaps, but not
yet.”

“Why can I never hear you during the day, when I am awake? I know you’re with me. I can feel you watching me. Yet you never speak to me.”

“I have no voice. The words you hear now stems from our shared dreams and fantasies.”

“And if I were to awake now, you’d be gone?”

“Yes,”
he almost groaned.
“So, please, do not awaken, Eve. Please don’t. I wait all day, I hunger through hours and hours, waiting for the moment that you will fall asleep and I can come to you like this in your dreams, and you can hear me, and feel me.”

“And what if I want to see you, too?”

“You can, in your mind.”

“Anael—”

“The sun will be up in a few hours, let us put the hours to be better use.”

Eve sighed, let herself go lax against him. Normally she would not be so complacent, but he was right. The sun would be up soon, and he would be gone, and she would awaken to the daylight, alone in her bed, with only his scent on her skin and the memories of his body deep inside her to remind her that he had been there.

“You look like a medieval princess standing like that in the moonlight.”
Anael’s large hands roamed the contours of her hips then lower, until he was cupping her bottom.
“Turn just a bit, yes, like that, so I can see the curve of your breast. This gown is translucent in the moonlight, and your figure, silhouetted by the moon is something that should be savoured—worshipped.”

Eve turned slightly, only to feel his palm run along the rounded curve of her breast, back and forth, until her nipple beaded tightly. His breath passed over her heated cheek, intensifying her arousal. Blinded like she was, her other senses where heightened. She was aware of his every movement, every breath.

The acuteness of her need left her panting, made her skin feel alive with the gentle strokes of his fingertips. She could smell him, could feel the incredible heat from his chest burning into her back. Silently she begged him to drag the pad of his thumb along her nipple, but he slid his fingers down her ribs, then lower, until he splayed his fingers wide and kneaded the mound of her belly until she was wet and aching.

Only then did he allow his fingers to slip over her belly to the juncture of her legs. Palming her, he pressed the gauze between her thighs, dampening the fabric, teasing her with the scrape of the silk against her erect and sensitive clitoris.

“You have such a beautiful body. I can see everything you know. Every curve and hollow. I’ve watched your nipples harden for me, I can see them pressing against this gown. I can see how your breasts have grown heavy, and I can count each breath, just by watching the rise and fall of them. I can feel the quivering of your naked body beneath the silk. I can see that quivering through the shadows and the light. I know that shuddering is all for me.”

Eve felt her legs threaten to give out. She was so wet. So achy for him.

“I’d like to take you here, standing in the dark, watching your naked body writhing in this shaft of moonlight. I want to watch as I fill you full with my cock, want to watch your body taking it all in and wanting more. Want it deeper, harder.”
She whimpered at his words, the sound making his breathing harsher against her ear. “
Would you like that, watching me fill you?”

He passed his fingers once more over her nipples, this time, however, he barely touched them, and she whimpered in disappointed expectation.

Angling her head towards the light he brought his mouth atop hers.
“Kiss me,”
he demanded in a hard voice before his tongue found its way into her mouth. Lazily they kissed until he broke the contact and dragged his lips across her cheek to her ear.

“Take me into your body.”

Her gown was suddenly gone, taken from her body with a swiftness her mind could not understand. She heard the catch of his breath, followed by the low growl in his throat before she was lifted up and placed reverently on the carpet. The mask was suddenly torn from her eyes, and she blinked, acclimating her sight to the shifting of shadows. And then he was there, looming above her, completely naked, his broad shoulders and sculpted chest beautiful in the silvery white light. His eyes were nearly glowing in the darkness, that strange and exotic green of the tropics. But his face, his beautiful face was hidden in shadow.

“It is how it must be, Eve. Will you not take me like this?”

She reached for him, bringing him down to her, but he went lower, until his mouth was against her belly and he was nuzzling her with his incredibly skilled mouth.

“Will you have me like this, Eve? Will you let me in?”

“Yes,” she whispered as his mouth descended lower, to her hip where he licked and kissed a blazing trail down her leg.

Anael’s mouth was now suckling her inner thigh, and she clutched at his hair. His mouth inched closer to her wet sex, where it hovered over her, bathing her with moisture and heat. His breathing was hard and she felt the muscles of his shoulders straining as he held himself above her.

He continued to tease with his breath and the slight grazing of his lips over her swollen and wet sex. When he glanced up at her and Eve saw the flash of his green eyes, she felt a wicked lick of desire and excitement snake up her body.

Reaching for her breasts, she pushed them high, rubbing them, stimulating the nipples.

“Yes, touch yourself like that,”
he hissed as he thrust his fingers inside her sex. She arched and let out a low moan as she moved against his hand.

Watching her touching herself aroused Anael. She heard it in his rasping breaths, saw it in the way he slid his tongue along his lips. Felt it in the way he stroked her harder, filling her with three fingers in an increasingly demanding rhythm.

He came down to her, caught her mouth with his; kissing her slowly, thoroughly, a prelude of what was to come. Moaning, Eve wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing the mounds of her breasts up against his chest. His body tightened, his cock swelling. Their kiss was unbroken as he crossed the floor and placed her on top of the bed. Her body was restless against his, her fingers clenching in his hair, bringing him closer to her.

The kiss, despite Anael’s best intentions, turned more carnal, which Eve returned with exuberance, matching his rhythm and allowing her tongue to dance with his.

He cupped her, skimming his thumb along her nipple. She moaned into his mouth and moved restlessly beneath him. He ended the kiss only so he could fill his hands with both her breasts. He watched the expression of pleasure cross her face. Their gazes met and he very purposely skimmed both thumbs across the taut, pink nipples so that he could watch her eyes widen and her tongue come out to wet her lip.

His body was raging with heat and the urge to take her. To fuck—hard. His need was so intense, so acute, that he feared he would no longer be able to hold back his urges.

Unable to resist the temptation she offered when she filled his palms with soft flesh, he pressed forward, nuzzling the valley of scented skin. Her nipple was scant inches from his mouth and he flicked it with the tip of his tongue, first in short flicks, then in slow, languorous circles.

His fingers set about stroking her calves, working their magic up past her knees to the inner facings of her thighs.

“You want my hands all over you, don’t you?”
He slid his warm palm up her thigh to her belly where he circled her navel with one long, roughened finger.
“You want my mouth covering you.”

Eve was panting with lust. It was all too much. She twisted beneath him, but he stilled her with his heavy thigh.
“You want to feel me inside you, don’t you, Eve? You
need
to feel me inside. Where do you need to feel me most? Say the words.”

“My pussy.”

Anael’s tongue crept out and raked along her flesh. Stabbing pleasure snaked through her body, and hissing, she arched her back and closed her eyes.

“Watch me between your thighs.”

Eve studied Anael’s dark head moving languorously between her legs. Reverently she raked her fingers through Anael’s hair, watching as he slowly made love to her with his lips and tongue, listening to his sighs of pleasure as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm.