Page 65 of Bone Dust

Ian takes a step forward as he reaches out and cups a breast. He awakens a need as he runs his thumb over the puckered tip, but that isn’t his focus. Instead, his eyes bore into mine, infusing me with desire.

“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are, Savannah?”

A flood rushes to my core as his words caress my soul. His words are a bouquet that blooms inside of me, filling me with a rush of emotion that closes my throat and steals my words.

Ian takes my hand and leads me to the bed, and I drift down at the edge. He drops to one knee and leans in, his face mere inches away from mine. Tingles wash over me as he looks deeply into my eyes, and I see things in their depths that he doesn’t let anyone see. He bares his heart and soul, allowing me a ticket to see inside to the man he hides from the world.

Pressing his lips to my forehead, my eyes drift closed as he moves down and places kisses on my temples, cheeks, and the valley at the base of my neck. The touch is light and chaste as he worships at the temple of my body and I respond without will, my spine bowing, arching toward him as my flesh begs for more.

Placing his hands at my waist, he places a kiss to my belly, then pulls back and takes my hand. Pressing his lips to my knuckles he makes me feel royal, like a princess, and it momentarily catches me off guard. It’s such a tender move and the waterfall of emotion it induces threatens to drown me.

I don’t know what I expected. If anything at all I presumed the fervor of a man starved for sex, but I see something in Ian that arouses me and races my pulse. In this new version of him, I better understand his need to love and be loved, and that sweet pain swells my heart.

He stands, then moves to lay on the bed. I put my feet up and push back with my heels until I’m lying beside him.

We’re eye to eye for a moment, then I trace down his body with eager fingers. Shoulder to rib, rib to chest, then down as my hand sails on waves of muscle. I tease along the trail until I reach his hips, then graze with light touches over that delicious V that all women find so damn sexy. A rumbling sound ascends from low in his throat and escapes with a gasp as I slip my fingers inside his sweatpants. He lifts to assist me as I tug at the fabric, then pulls them down over his hips. I push the garment down until it reaches his knees and my efforts halt as he kicks it away in one, swift motion.

My eyes feast on Ian’s body, raking up and down to take in this new version of him. My breath hitches as I discover he’s worked his body into the form of an ancient god; his former thin-railed rockstar shape now completely gone.

I look down and the sight of his cock excites me. He’s stiff as a brick and I enjoy a potent rush of power. It sings through me as I note that it’s me who made him hard as stone. I want to give Ian this experience. I want to tease and taunt him in every way possible, making this time with me something that burns into his heart and mind like a bright red brand.

A devilish feeling comes over me and I’m suddenly more vixen and vamp. I lick my red-stained lips as I move down and close to the swollen crown and exhale a hot breath across his skin. He shudders as the air brushes his most sensitive part and the move sends a jolt that makes his cock jump and further thickens his already rock-hard shaft. I peer up at him, feeling a seductive grin curl onto my lips. The look I give promises him sweet violence and when he touches my shoulder and swallows a gulp of anticipation, I pause for a moment to drink it in.

I feel powerful, like I can save him from himself and the self-deprecation he’s hidden for so long. I’d been such a child that night of the concert, taking what I wanted when we were together. I was selfish. Self-absorbed. Solipsistic. I was hurt because I wanted the notice of a rockstar. Now, all I want is the man.

Memories of how I drove him to the edge that night, then abandoned him, convict me. I want this night to be moonlight and madness. Penance for the sin I committed long ago. That night I took something that wasn’t mine to take and, in return, had been given a most precious gift. He thought me the angel who’d save him from himself. But I took from him when he was most vulnerable, and every action has a reaction. Life changed that night for us both. I’m no more angel than the man in the moon but I can give him wings. I’ll make him soar on a different kind of ecstasy than the one that nearly took him that night. One of pleasure, not pain, helping him soar high enough to see mistakes don’t make a person. It’s how you rise.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Ian

She licks her lips before taking me into her mouth, the hot burn of her tongue marking me. It’s a silly sense of belonging to someone, but one which makes my younger self happy.

She touches a part of me that makes my head fall back, as a moan travels from my cock to my lips. It’s exhilarating. I feel the weight of responsibility fall and I reconnect with a touch of the depravity I’ve buried inside. It’s temporary, I know, but I’m determined to enjoy every moment of this time with Savi.

I jolt as she nips my skin and tugs my sac just a slight bit hard. She wraps her polished, petite fingers around the base of my dick and squeezes the shaft just a little too tight. I relish the potent mix of pleasure with pain and suck in a breath as she takes me all the way down her throat.

“Oh, god …”

I throw my arm over my eyes as I smother a smile, and she continues the sweet assault. She’s relishing the effect she has on me and presses her tongue against a most sensitive area around the rim. Without any substance to mask what I feel, the move induces involuntary twitches from my cock as it rubs against the back of her throat.

“Holy fuck, Savannah …”

My words trail off as she runs her tongue from base to tip and moans the most beautiful sound causing a reverberating effect that leaves me breathless.

She pulls back and we each steal a glance, both of us breathless. The corners of my mouth curl into a grin as she fists my cock. Stroking slowly, I watch her eyes fasten on my every move. I let her have her way for far longer than I should and, when I think I can’t barely take another stroke, she leans in, and swirls her tongue around the engorged tip, then eases me agonizingly slow all the way down from tip to base. She swallows, and the contraction makes my balls draw up tight.

“Woman …” It’s a beastly growl more than a word. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Our eyes meet. I can’t take anymore. I need to be inside of her.

I sit up and grip the top of her arms. In one, swift move I drag her over every electrified muscle. Sparks ignite when our eyes once again lock, and I catch my breath as I fall into the sky-blue heaven. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

She nods and sinks a bite into her bottom lip as she smiles a coy smile, and I crash my mouth against hers. I drive my tongue past her lips, assaulting her mouth while capturing her tongue. As I plunder the sweet space, the taste of her berry-flavored lip stain passes my lips. A surge of desire rushes through me. I feel like I’m going to explode from wanting her. This tasting and touching is a tease and one I find deliciously addictive. Lust bathes my sex-starved brain, and the sensory experience escalates an appetite stronger than any previous craving.

The feel of her skin.

The sound of her moans.

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