Page 94 of Blue Embers
“So,” she said, stepping past me and making her way to the living room, her long, slender legs elegant and graceful as she walked.
I watched them move, the heels giving her length. Pivoting to face me, she stood at a sexy angle, popping one hip.
“We’re alone,” she said in a sultry tone. “All that talk at the museum wasn’t just talk was it? You got me excited.”
Smirking with excitement, I shook my head and slowly walked forward.
“I do not just talk, love,” I said, undoing the cufflinks on my sleeves.
Persephone looked at me in an almost predatory manner, licking her rouge lips. I slipped my blazer down off my shoulders and tossed it on the arm of the sofa nearby. Persephone straightened her posture, her form like a swan draped in blue silk. I stepped up to her. Close enough to smell the subtle hints of shampoo still in her hair. My eyes fell slowly down her body and back up to her mouth.
“Blue,” I commented on her attire. “It suits you.”
“I thought so,” Persephone said, stepping toward me to close the small gap that still remained between our bodies.
I could feel Persephone’s pulse inside me as if it was my own. Unable to stand there without touching her, I brushed my fingers slowly up the length of her bare arm, feeling the static charge that fluttered between us. She took in a soft gasp, closing her eyes.
“Killian,” she whispered, her voice quivering.
“What?” I said, my lips caressing her ear.
Persephone drew back, opening her eyes to look at me. She stared for a moment as if she was making sure I was real. Raising her hand, she touched my face in a manner that made me feel...warm. I wanted her, yes. I was burning up inside with the thought of being inside her and kissing every inch of her body, but when she touched me then, I felt a wholeness I hadn’t felt in ages. This woman was mine forever and I could never let her go.
“I love you,” she murmured, those words like warm honey to my ears.
I looked into her eyes and felt as if I’d known her for centuries. She was mine. I couldn’t stop ogling at the woman with an incredible sense of longing and appreciation. Appreciation over the fact that I’d met her. I’d taken her and fallen in love with her, even after all we’d been through, both together and separately. What I wanted to say to her was so complex that I couldn’t form words. Instead, I acted.
Taking Persephone’s waist, I pulled her into a kiss. She stretched onto her toes, despite already being in heels, and wrapped her arms tightly around my shoulders. I could feel her melting in my grasp and wanted nothing more than to consume her completely in my warmth. I felt her pulse racing. I could sense her body thirsting for mine just as I was thirsting for hers. Feeling her feminine form in my hands, I realized how frustrating it was to feel fabric between us and reached around, pulling the zipper of her dress down.
Slipping my hands beneath the constricting material of Persephone’s dress, I felt nothing but bare skin. Even as I slid my fingers down, there was nothing. I drew back with an aroused grin and looked at her. She was looking back at me with a mischievous smirk.
“What?” she shrugged. “The dress was too tight for undergarments.”
“If I’d known earlier, things might have gone much differently tonight,” I said.
Persephone was breathing with hunger, her chest heaving as she pushed my black vest off my shoulders. She stretched up, kissing my neck up to my ear where she nipped at my lobe and breathed hot breath along my jaw. Gods, she was an absolute beauty. To me, she was perfect.
As she stepped back, I felt deprived of her touch and watched her slowly distance herself, a look on her face like a tease. Behind her, I stared at the stones on the other side the glass barrier of the fireplace and let the heat from my center ignite a blue blaze that lit up the room in a soft, cerulean hue. Persephone barely flinched, glancing slowly over her shoulder at the flames before she began to peel her dress from her shoulders. I watched as she let it slip down her slender form and drop to the floor. She was naked beneath. Fair skinned and beautiful with that beautiful, subtle handprint stamped on her waist.
“I have a question for you, Killian Valentyne,” she spoke in a seductive, breathy tone that lit my soul on fire. I stepped toward her, loosening my tie and lifting it over my head. “Do you want this? Do you wantme?Forever?”
“You are mine as much as I am yours,” I said. “Forever.”
“Then show me.”
My eyes scanned the length of Persephone’s figure as I neared her. Throwing my tie aside, I grabbed Persephone’s hips in my hands and lifted her from the floor, wrapping her long legs around me. She gasped again, letting out a breath with a sensual, feminine moan. Stepping further, I pushed her against the wall beside the fireplace and rocked my hips between her legs, letting her know just how eager I was. I was hard with desire. So hard I could barely stand it and when she felt me press against her sex she smiled, taking my face between her hands before she kissed me, plunging her tongue into my mouth.
As her lips moved against mine, Persephone’s fingers nimbly unbuttoned my shirt, but as if she was frustrated, she ripped the last few free and tore it off my body. Her nails dragged down my bare chest and, with a groan, I began kissing her neck, tasting her sweet skin.
“Show me,” Persephone said into my ear, her hands undoing my pants.
She reached down behind the fabric, taking my bare cock in her palm. Her touch made my body painfully hot with desire and, unable to resist her seductions any longer, I grasped her thighs and spun her around, sitting her on the back of the sofa.
Gods, I couldn’t wait any longer. I slipped my hand between her legs, touching her warm petals and feeling the moisture of her arousal drip down my fingers. As Persephone stroked me, I grew uncontrolled and ravenous. I wrapped an arm around her waist and positioned myself for a demanding thrust. She arched, throwing her head back just as I impaled, a beautiful whimper coming from her still rouge lips as I buried myself deep inside her heat. There was no easing into it. The need was too strong. Her body was a tight glove around my cock. It felt so good as if she was meant for me.
Driving myself hard and fast, I fed off my own pleasure as much as I was aroused by Persephone’s. I leaned in, kissing her breasts. Feeling her heart thrum against my lips as I caressed her nipple with my tongue. She moaned, singing her pleasures into the quiet room as I pumped into her. My muscles tightened with anticipation, as did hers, while an icy-blue energy began to glow between us. I took Persephone with more force, pulling her close.
“Killian,” she said between breathy cries. “I love you.”
