Page 119 of Descent

Assuming this is a rescue mission at all.

His tongue twines into my mouth, melting away my anxieties.

Oh, fuck it.

Desire takes over completely as his hands find my skin, dragging at my loose blouse, dipping into the lip of my lounge pants. Instantly I’m buzzing from head to toe. Longing replaces worry.

A giddy, euphoric fugue consumes me as Ero cups my ass, pulling me against his hard, chiseled figure. This. This is the only escape I need.

“Circe, I’ve missed you.”

“Shut up and—” A yelp of delight erupts as he lifts me up. Tucking me tightly against him, he dips my upper half back, inhaling as he traces down my front.

Letting go of his shoulders, I suspend from his sturdy core, arching back and unfolding my shirt over my head. My arms extend, wheeling through the air as Ero turns slowly, kissing his way along my chest so delicately.

Those kisses intensify and I sink back toward him, settling and sliding down. My legs hook around his hips, just above his ass while he continues his reverent exploration of my exposed breasts. He fixes that razor sharp focus on each nipple, outlining my areolas, spiraling in torturously.

We should be strategizing.

Trying to escape. But days of laying in silence and hopeless surrender to my captor gave me little else to do but plot. I’ve scoured this place top to bottom.

There’s no way out.

Except this.

A temporary reprieve.

“You smell so fucking good,” I bury my nose and my lips in his hair, breathing him in luxuriously.

“Almost as good as you taste.”

“It feels like forever since you did…”

“This?” He swoops me down onto the bed, whipping back and scooping my loose linen pants off in one motion. His bare chest catches the orange glow from the lighting outside, casting him in amber, a sculpted masterpiece of masculine majesty.

“Mmm … go on.”

“You know I had a plan…”

“What happened?”

“Flew right out the window the minute I saw you.” Warm tingling grazes along my inner thigh as he nuzzles along my prickling flesh. Working his way in, he wastes no time before brushing his lower lip along my lower lips.

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or if it’s pillow talk.” Stroking his hair back, I subtly press the back of his head.

Hint, hint.

“Both. New plan first. Other plan later.”

It’s too easy to trust him. Too easy to give in to this.

No more words. Just touch, communication through sensation. Ero samples the budding dew of my arousal, his eyes closing to savor me.

I love the way he tastes me.

I love it even more when he hooks his arms around my thighs and goes to work on my clit like it’s his goddamn life’s mission. His tongue is agile, delicate, and lightning fast. Perfect for amplifying my lust, sending butterflies fluttering through my tummy, pleasure coursing like a river through my veins.

Riding that steadily rising tide, I roll my hips with every subtle nod of his head. Soon, the rhythm swells into a deep ache in my core that only grows with the heat blooming through my chest.

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