Page 47 of Blue Embers
Persephone’s touch explored my chest as our mouths met again in a vigorous kiss. She slid my shirt off my body, her fingers tracing the contours of my arms as she dropped it to the floor. Her hands moved to my belt, pulling it loose with ease before she started on the button of my pants. I reached down, grasping her thighs in my hands and hoisting her up off the ground. She wrapped her long legs around my hips, pressing her pelvis against mine and bringing my cock to stiff attention. Reaching around, I unclasped her bra, sliding it off her and tossing it to the floor. I knelt onto the side of the bed and lowered Persephone to the mattress.
I wanted Persephone’s body with every ounce of my being. I hadn’t experienced her properly yet. Not the way I felt I should have. She deserved more than a table or a wall. She deserved more than some hasty indulgence. I kissed my way down the side of her neck, my body screaming to be inside her. I caressed her breast with my lips, my tongue circling her nipple until it was a hard bead under my kiss before I moved on.
A soft, intoxicating whimper left Persephone’s lips as I brought my mouth over her navel and to the soft flesh just above the waistline of her jeans. I unzipped them, dragging them with her underwear down off her hips and further along her legs, kissing every bit of skin until I had tasted the length of her. I dropped her jeans to the floor, slowly making my way back up her now naked body, breathing in the fresh scent of her feminine aromas. The sweet, berry-like hints that permeated off her skin was like a drug to my senses. I moved my mouth along the inside of her thigh, feeling her quiver beneath my touch. Her arousal was potent, her body moving with mine as I climbed back over her.
Persephone was small beneath me now, her body so soft and perfect I couldn't understand how I’d resisted taking her like this as long as I did. I took a moment to soak her in, one hand sliding softly along her side and feeling every curve and contour of her milky flesh up to her breast. She spread her legs as I lowered myself to her, offering herself like she belonged to me.
My eyes were glowing. With only the dim light from the curtained window to illuminate the room, the blue of my stare washed Persephone in a faint, icy hue. I caressed her face with the backs of my fingers, desire like a fire roaring in my chest. Gods, I was eager to have her. I rose up on my knees between her legs, unzipping my pants and pulling them down off my cock, my core pulsing for relief.
Now fully unclothed, I was almost animal-like in my hunger. I braced myself over her again, bringing my lips to hers for another kiss as I slid my fingers slowly between the lips of her sex. Her hips raised against my touch, her tongue dancing around mine.
Persephone was wet with need. I caressed her gently, feeling her twitch every time I touched her the right way. Slipping two fingers slowly inside her sheath, I heard her moan against my mouth. Her hands came up, grasping my biceps as I moved inside her. This is what I wanted. I wanted to savor her. To ease into the pleasures with controlled perfection.
Persephone closed her eyes, letting her head roll back, exposing her throat to my mouth. I kissed it, feeling her pulse race against my lips as I pushed my fingers deeper. She lifted her leg, coiling it around my hip and pressing her heel to the back of my thigh. I began kissing her chest as it heaved, air sawing in and out of her lungs as I milked the pleasure from her core.
I could feel Persephone coming close to a release, but before she unraveled, she reached down, taking my wrist and looking up at me with need. I withdrew, kissing her as I brought the head of my cock to her entrance. She was writhing with anticipation, her sex hot and anxious, but instead of rushing to be inside her, I waited, making sure the moment lasted.
Persephone stared up at me, her body moving in a seductive, beautiful fashion, making resisting her absolute torture. Her desire was dripping onto my fingers as I continued to massage her. Her hips undulated to meet my touch, her breath echoing in her chest. I couldn’t stop looking at her and the captivating way her lips parted with each breath. The slightest shifts in her expression were hypnotizing to me.
Persephone rose herself toward me. She pressed her hand tenderly to my chest, feeling the thump of my heartbeat against her palm as I caressed her. I felt her move. Watched her face change as I circled my fingers around her clit. She moaned gently, her body screaming for more.
I didn’t want it to be over too quickly. Not like the other times. Persephone panted with suspense as I pressed my cock firmly against her. She opened her eyes again, arching her long spine. Lifting my hand to her face, I brushed my thumb over her lips and leaned in to feel her breath as I slowly began to slide inside her. I savored the moment. The idea of being with Persephone. She breathed in a slow, feminine gasp as I filled her, her hands coiling around to press against my back.
She felt so good. Her legs held me close. I withdrew only to penetrate her again, thrusting steadily and reading her breath as it heaved from her lungs. I watched her face, searching for the perfect rhythm. When I found it, Persephone’s body responded like it was my own, feeling everything I wanted her to feel. She trembled when I touched her just right, every time her breath taking on new notes. She moaned, her fingers curling against my shoulders.
I picked up tempo, pumping into Persephone harder and deeper with each thrust. She wrapped me in her arms, pulling herself to me, her thighs hugging my waist as we moved. I drew the moment out, wanting Persephone to experience everything to its fullest. I could feel her muscles beginning to harden. She was close, but I wanted more from her. I wanted to carry her further.
Leaning in, I kissed the bend of her shoulder and along her neck, my breath hot against her tender skin. She took in a sharp gasp, the pain of the burn just barely tolerable and triggering an onslaught of pleasures throughout her entire body that I could feel vibrate through mine.
“Killian,” she whimpered between pleasured breaths, her nails scoring down my arms. “I’m--”
“Not yet,” I whispered to her, certain I could take her higher.
I raised myself on my hands, thrusting hard. She could take it. Her body yearned for mine as much as mine did for hers and she wanted it. Dropping toward her again, I grunted against her chest as I covered it in kisses, listening to the excited beat of her heart as I brought her to the absolute limit of her control. I held her there for as long as she could stand.
By the time I felt her body giving out, I encouraged her release, thrusting with demand. When I saw her arch, there was nothing more alluring. The most wonderful cry poured from her lips when she came, forcing my own release upon me like a wave crashing on a shoreline. I buried my face against her shoulder as our bodies pulsed in time with one another. She held me firm, her breath quaking from her lungs. I could have listened to the songs of her ecstasy for hours.
When Persephone’s body finally calmed, she was like melted butter beneath me. I remained inside her, my pulse rippling as I descended from that exhilarating high. I listened to Persephone’s heartbeat under my ear when I turned my head. Both panting, we laid there letting our bodies and hearts slow. I fell somewhat to the side of Persephone, moving my weight off of her, but I kept her in my arms. She turned to look at me, her eyes staring like she was unsure whether or not she was dreaming. I brushed her velvety lips with my thumb again before leaning in for a kiss. It was gentler this time. Tender. It was tender because I wanted it. I truly wanted it and not just for a moment or a night. I wanted it in my future and it was alarming to admit, but it was true.
Reaching up, Persephone slid the backs of her fingers along my cheek. I turned toward her hand, kissing her knuckles. Closing my eyes, I savored her smooth flesh against my lips, lightly running my fingers down her wrist.
“If this is what you do with all the women, I can see why they’re so ready to spend the rest of their lives with you,” she muttered.
I opened my eyes to her, taken aback by the statement. A lifetime meant very different things to each of us. I was caught off guard by the notion, especially coming from her.
“How do you know they want to spend the rest of their lives with me?” I asked.
“You really don’t pay attention, do you? You’re a heartbreaker. Word gets out. But don’t worry,” she said, lightly shaking her head. “I’m not like that. Nothing is solid until spoken and even then no one ever knows, right?”
I propped myself up on one elbow, staring down at Persephone’s perfect features. Perfect to me, that is. I couldn’t find a single thing that my eyes didn’t want to drown themselves in. The idea of making her mine had crossed my mind, but the concept was something I didn’t really want to loiter on for long. Still, there was absolutely no denying now that Persephone would be on my mind for as long as she lived.
“I care about you,” I confessed.
“I’m just a history buff with control issues.”
“No. You’re much more than that.”
She paused for a while, her eyes shifting with what seemed to be uncertainty. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Killian.”
