Page 25 of Fated Guardian

“Yes.”

The single word hits him, and I see the moment he struggles. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath in through his nose.

“I can’t lie to you,” I add softly. “Remember.”

Nolan’s eyes snap open. “You really do want to kiss me.”

“I really do.”

There’s no hesitation then. Nolan’s arms go around me, and he pulls me close. When his lips meet mine, I… explode.

There’s no other word for it. His hands are everywhere. His mouth on mine makes me ache, and when his tongue laps at me, begging me to open for him, I do. I’ve never felt anything like this.

The smell of jasmine flowers in the air is intense, and mixed with Nolan’s sage and oak, I feel lightheaded. Or that could be the fact that his hands are tugging on my dress.

Nolan’s hands come to my hips, and I squeak when he rolls me on top of him. Then I moan, arching my back, as I realize that I can sense some truth in him, too. Namely, the way his body is reacting, which sends me into a sort of frenzy.

I need more of him.

Rocking over the hardness that’s between his legs, I gasp when Nolan’s lips touch my neck.

“I don’t want to break this spider-woven dress thing,” he grunts when his fingers tease at the strap on my shoulder, “but please, please take this off.”

I comply. The dress drifts down, until I’m bare from the waist up. I’m not really wearing anything under the dress. It doesn’t often occur to me, and I don’t like how some underthings are so scratchy on my skin.

So when Nolan sees my naked breasts, I’m a little insecure—until his rough hands palm them, and I moan, arching into his touch.

“You’re so fucking pretty, Coral,” he rasps before he laps at one of my nipples.

I gasp. The jasmine smell gets stronger.

“Coral,” Nolan says roughly from where he’s kissing my chest. “I… do you… I need?—”

“Don’t stop,” I whisper.

He looks up at me. “Coral…”

“Don’t stop. Please,” I beg.

Nolan growls again. I squeak when he flips me onto the moss, my back against the soft surface. My dress comes off, sliding down and off of my hips onto the floor.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I look down at Nolan. He’s staring up at me, kneeling on the ground.

I open my mouth. Close it.

“I want to make you come, Coral. I want to taste you.”

That’s new to me. But I like Nolan. And I really do want to come.

I open my legs, and I quickly touch the moss couch to grow a little padding under his knees. Nolan watches, then looks up at me with eyes glittering with interest.

“That’s so fucking cool.”

I would say something, but… all thoughts fly out of my mind when he hooks my legs over his shoulders. When he licks me at the center of the heat that’s driving me crazy, I arch off of the moss.

“Fuck, Coral. You taste like… fuck,” he grunts.

I would say something, because it feels like I should. But I can’t. All I can do is feel.

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