Page 155 of When The Night Falls

‘I love seeing that colour in your cheeks,’ he said, still wearing that captivating smile.

I hadn’t noticed my blush until he pointed it out. My whole body felt hot, so I hadn’t given a thought to the fact that my face would be too.

A coy grin spread my lips. Raising my arms, I wrapped them around his neck and pressed myself against him. His smile widened, and the tenderness that shone from his eyes set my body alight.

I longed to feel him again, both within and without. I wanted him to devour me the way the night consumed the day to reveal infinity. Like the night sky, I hoped his devotion would be infinite. There in the dark, I could strip to my core without fear of judgment, for eternity.

Hesitation emitted from him when he seemed to gauge the desire in my eyes. Slowly, he lowered his head to invite my lips, and I met him with full force. Jumping up, I hooked my limbs around him and returned his kiss with vigour.

His hands began to probe my body, worshipping what I had now devoted exclusively to him. Turning, he carried me to the bed and lowered us onto it, careful not to break our kiss. As he lay down on top of me, I smoothed my hands down his muscular back until I finally reached the band of his boxers. Sliding my fingers underneath it, I clawed his taut cheeks. His grin interfered with our kiss then, and it was contagious.

Pulling away, he propped himself on all fours. Then he grabbed my jaw and arrested my eyes. The heat in my cheeks mounted. Was he going to refuse me again?

Still smiling, he released my jaw and trailed his hand down my throat. As he reached the valley between my breasts, he dragged his finger to the left and drew a circle around my erect nipple. The tantalising feeling caused a throb between my legs. I could feel myself growing wetter, my vaginal walls tremoring with desire.

‘Please, Will,’ I begged in a whisper.

His smile turned crooked, his eyes glimmering with mischief. ‘Please what, Cara?’ He dragged his finger across my chest and circled my right nipple.

‘I want to feel you again,’ I said.

He abandoned my breasts and trailed his finger toward the sash of my robe. Then he proceeded past it, and my body tensed with suspense.

He lowered his head until not even an inch separated our mouths. His breath fanned across my lips, beckoning. ‘Do you?’

Reaching between us, I responded boldly by gripping his hand and guiding it further down. Spreading my legs wider apart, I pushed my underwear aside and dipped his fingers in my arousal.

A grin spread his lips while ardent desire ignited in his eyes.

‘Show me where it feels best,’ he said.

Fresh heat painted my face as I raised his hand a little higher and slightly to the left. When his forefinger rested upon my most sensitive area, I released his hand.

‘There,’ I said vulnerably.

He applied pressure. Pleasure bolted through me at once, and my lips parted.

Suddenly he pulled away and retreated out of the bed. Dread made my chest contract, but it vanished when he reached for his boxers. Pushing them down, he revealed his erection, and the sight aroused me like nothing else. I could barely contain my excitement. This was really happening.

When I looked up, his gaze was sizzling. My breathing grew louder and faster, my heart hammering with anticipation. The magnitude of my feelings was overwhelming, and they seemed to have embedded in my chest, there to remain for ever; all of a sudden, my lungs were sharing the space with something entirely new.

He knelt beside the bed and left a trail of amorous kisses up my calves. I shuddered, my skin crawling with goosebumps. Teasing electricity charged between our bodies, intensifying my lust for him. At his touch, I felt powerful enough to shake the whole world, as though I had become divine.

He kissed his way upward, his big hands smoothing their way up my thighs until they snuck under the skirt of my robe and hooked in my underwear. His shoulders and back muscles rippled with his movements, and I savoured the view. He was exquisitely masculine. Compared with his robust physique, I was fragile, but it was something I relished. He seemed so much like a fortress – impenetrable and a source of safety.

My breath hitched when he tugged my knickers down my legs. As the cold air touched my nether lips, I realised just how ready I was – completely soaked and just waiting to be claimed by none other than him.

Closing my eyes, I submerged myself in the blissful feeling of his mouth drawing closer and closer to my sex. His breath breezed across my thighs as he kissed his way inward. Fastening his arms around my legs, he yanked me toward him.

I gasped, my eyes shooting wide open.

A smirk dwelled on his mouth as he glanced back at me through long, dark lashes. ‘The taste of you has been haunting me for months, so forgive me, but I demand my share.’

I could feel my face reddening. Immersed in expectancy, I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged at the strands. I watched as he leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss directly on my bundle of nerves. Like a powerful strike of electricity, the delicious friction sent a current of pleasure rippling throughout my body, making me quiver in my desire for more. Cool air spread across my wetness as he chuckled at my reaction, and then his warm tongue lapped over my folds, collecting the arousal that kept seeping out of me.

Ah, that felt so good.

‘Mm, Cara.’ His voice was smoky. ‘I want you to touch yourself while I make you come with my mouth.’

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