Page 154 of Smoke and Lure

Avalore’s eyes had gone dark, an emerald green, shadowed by her need and intrigue.

Liekki released his tight hold on her ass just enough for her to slip down his body until her feet were settled on the floor.She was much shorter than he, and their size difference should make him want to go easy on her and be gentle, but as he’d told her, it wasn’t in his nature.

He stepped away, leaving her standing close to the bed momentarily.Walking to the fireplace, he sent out a jet stream of fire and filled the grate with a blaze.

When that was done, he leaned a shoulder against the side of the mantel.“Take off your clothes.”

Her hands flexed at her side as she stood there.He thought she would question his demand, but she lifted her hands to her top.

She held his gaze as she began to undo the remainder of the buttons on her blouse.He noted the slight tremors, but she didn’t stop.

Once she started to work on removing her clothing, he trained his gaze on her face.He watched her eyes.They were lovely and magnificent and he couldn’t wait to stare at them as his hard cock was driving into her.

He heard the material flutter as her blouse drifted to the floor, and then the soft sound of her bra dropping onto the top.

In his peripheral vision, he could see her bare breasts, but he made himself wait to take all of her in.

Her body shifted left and right before she dropped about an inch in height, letting him know she’d stepped out of her shoes.

The sound of her zipper was jarring in the silence between them.

She didn’t bend over to remove them, but gave them a shove down and wiggled her hips and legs to aid in the descent of the fabric.

Then, as bold as she wanted to be, his warrior woman tipped her chin up to dare him to see what she offered him.

And he did.

Holy, fuck!

This wasn’t the first time he’d seen her naked.When she had been injured, he’d stripped her and even bathed her with his tongue.Also, he’d seen her wet and shiny peek-a-booing between bubbles while he’d washed her hair in the bath.

However, those times he had desired her, but she’d been shy and weak one time and incapacitated the other.And yes, he was a demanding, nefarious male most of the time, but he had a sense of morals, even if thin.

Now, knowing Avalore would be his.His for the taking, caused him to view her body in an entirely different light.

The light of his fire arched and bowed, radiating along her skin, painting her in its glow, as if even it couldn’t resist touching all those curves.

Her body was a work of art, gorgeous and alluring, daring his gaze to travel along her high, full breasts and distended large nipples that he couldn’t wait to wrap his lips around.Avalore’s waist was small, but it was offset by the flare of her hips and thickness of her thighs.She was medium height for a human female, but her legs were long and shapely.

His gaze lowered to her feet where they stayed just in front of her discarded clothes, before he let eyes roam up, up, up the inside of her legs until he reached her pussy.Smooth and glistening right along the slit of her pussy lips, just enough for him to see her arousal from the short distance.

Even though he didn’t need the visual to know she was turned on, because the room was perfumed with her need.It was even stronger now than when he’d held her in his arms by the sliding glass door.

Was it the act of stripping for me that heightened her desire?

She wasn’t the only one turned on.His dick was so fucking hard, he could drive it through stone right now.Every article of his clothing felt constricting, irritating his skin, and he wanted out.

“Kneel at the foot of the bed, little lure,” he demanded, ensuring that there was just enough gruffness to his words that it wouldn’t broker any hesitation.

Avalore turned and walked to the foot of the bed, offering him the view of her picture perfect, heart-shaped ass.

His mind offered him an image of her in the morning, carving his fingerprints into her skin there.He was just too happy to make that vision happen.

Once on the bed, she sat back on her heels, but her fists clenched and unclenched at her sides as if she wasn’t sure what to do with them.

“Place your hands on your thighs until I tell you to move them.”

He watched her comply as he stepped away from the fire and began to strip off his clothes, not caring when his shirt ripped or he busted his zipper when he yanked his pants open too fast.His boots were a little more complicated.Leaving his pants gaping and hanging low on his hips, he stooped down and unlaced his bulky, heavy-soled boots.

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