Page 84 of Sublime Target

He was picking her up as if she were as light as a leaf; all she could do was marvel at his effortless strength.

She found herself gently deposited in the luxurious seat.

As he stood above her, looking down with fire and wonder in his gaze, she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out because something about his expression told her that no words were necessary right now.

He dropped to his knees. He actually kneeled before her.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered. “I thought a goddess had come to me.” Rough fingertips ran up her thighs, caressing her skin through the fine silk of her dress. The thin layer of material forming a barrier between them made his touch feel all the more sensual. “You smell so good.”

Before she could say another word, he deftly hiked up the hem of her skirt, revealing her smooth thighs and her delicate underwear.

She’d worn white lace.

“Mmm,” he rumbled, pale eyebrows rising as if he’d just seen the most delectable thing ever.

Arousal surged through her. Her clit throbbed with need.

Her entire body was begging for him.

“Lean back.” It wasn’t a request but a command. “Close your eyes. Forget about anything and everything except for me.”

Why did his bossiness turn her on so much?

She was in no position to question it, so she did as she was told.

She closed her eyes, and suddenly, her world was submerged in blissful darkness.

She felt his warm, tender lips make a trail of kisses along her thigh.

Tension unfurled in her core, molten heat spreading through her body. He slipped his clever fingers between her thighs and gently prised her legs open.

He rained kisses on the insides of her thighs—both sides.

She felt his warm breath and the gentle-yet-dangerous grazing of his fangs against her skin. He could bite her anywhere, and she probably wouldn’t mind that, either.

And then he kissed her there, over her delicate lace panties, and she could feel his lips through them; could feel his tongue as he tasted her and let out a deep growl.

Oh, my god.

One of his hands slid up her body, lifting her dress higher, exposing more of her. With his other, he carefully pulled her panties down until she was bared to him.

Still not daring to open her eyes—it was so good like this—she inched her thighs ever wider, teasing him.

Twisting her hips a little; provocatively.

And that seemed to drive him a little mad because he tensed.

Suddenly, he was kissing her there, right above her aching clit, and he seemed to know exactly what would tip her over the edge because his tongue darted out, gliding over the tender nub, and pleasure exploded through her body.

His roving fingers found her thin, lacy bra. He found her taut nipples and caressed them, one after the other. And all the while, he was stimulating her most sensitive point with his clever tongue, and now his lips were there, sucking gently, drawing even more pleasure out of her to the point where she couldn’t believe this level of sensation was even possible.

She was in a dreamland.

Mired in pure bliss and selfishly exulting in every moment of it.

With his long, dextrous tongue, he went inside her.

She moaned and ran her hands over his head, feeling his smooth skin, finding the curious points at each of his temples, where it felt like part of his skull was slightly raised.

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