Page 55 of The Bloodfeather Promise
Chapter Fifteen
Every sunset she sees
Sends her spinning in place,
Dancing in gold
While I go to waste.
Stars in her eyes
Twirl ‘til they shine
Falling like raindrops.
I’ve gone sublime.
~Seven Seconds
Greyson
My heart is about to burst from my chest. I can feel it. Thumping. Pounding. Stuttering to a stop as Emerson lets me look my fill.
I lift one of her hands above her head, gently persuading her to twirl in place. I want every inch of her body on display for me. While some might think the lingerie conceals, I believe those scraps of flesh-colored lace have the opposite effect. It enhances Emerson’s silky, golden skin, and when combined with the soft purple light coming from the pool and hot tub, it creates a shimmery glow.
The thong she’s wearing is more revealing than any bathing suit, the creamy curves of her bare ass sending a strangled groan of appreciation up my throat and out of my mouth. It hangs in the air between us.
Emerson inhales another deep breath when I bring her to a halt on her second twirl. Facing her away from me, I move her ponytail so it lays over her shoulder. My action exposes the nape of her neck, laying bare the soft angles of her shoulder blades. I silently command her to stay, still holding her hand high over her head, my fingers sliding from hers to encircle her wrist. It is a subtle suggestion of a noose, an imaginary rope linking us together.
My free hand glides at will, tracing the contour of her spine from her neck down to the curve of her waist. Down to the sweet hollow at the base of her spine, flickering over the two dimples at the top of her buttocks. A cute little ivory bow decorates the top of the thong. Hooking my finger around it, I give it a gentle tug, knowing it will move the fabric between her legs and her most vulnerable area.
She is barely breathing as my hand explores her, her body trembling. Not because she is cold, but from my touch. My voice. My words. I am the one disturbing her senses, but it’s only fair play. She destroys any control I thought I’d have in this situation. Fuck, I havenopower here. My Feather does. She holds absolute supremacy over me, whether she knows it or not.
It’s not a good idea, but I do it anyway. My palm smooths over the taut globes of her bottom, my fingers tightening until they make tiny divots in the flesh. I lick the nape of her neck before pressing my lips against it in a hot, open-mouthed taste of her sweetness.
Emerson responds as I hoped. With a breathless moan, she arches back into me, her hips and backside nestling against my groin. The pleasure is too overwhelming. Too much. Not enough. Hell, I don’t know… All I know is I need the taste of her filling my mouth, my senses. All of me. And just the idea I may never possess her, never make it past the barriers she throws up at any hint of intimacy, frustrates me to the point of madness.
Her flesh falls victim to my bite. My teeth mark her almost to the point of pain, and her sweet, little cries of surprise and arousal nearly undo me. Instantly sorry, inflamed by her response, I soothe her with another kiss, swirling my tongue over the tiny indentations.
She rewards me. Tugging her hand from my grasp, she curls her arm back until her fingers thrust themselves into my hair, holding me so my lips maintain contact with her skin. And that high, round, ass of hers just about makes me lose my damn mind when it moves desperately against my erection.
“Greyson… Oh, God,Greyson.”
Emerson’s needy whimper of lust jolts me to my senses. I realize what I’ve done. I’ve taken advantage again.
I really am a greedy bastard.
I release her, my breath heavy. Tortured. It is an excruciating pain to push this girl away.
“We can’t do this, Emerson. Can’t…”
The humid, summer air is cool when it flows into the space I’ve created between our bodies. I retain my hold of her hand, however, unwilling to completely lose her. A sheen of perspiration dampens my chest, and when Emerson turns around, I see the same dotting her upper lip. I want so badly to lick those little droplets away. I feel myself shaking, my resolve weakening, ready to pull her back against me.
“Why-why did you stop?” Puzzlement radiates from her.
Why did I stop? Because I’m a bastard, and if you let me, I’ll use you up until there is nothing left. Because I ruin things. People. Lives. Relationships. And I don’t want to ruin you.
My voice is gruff. “Because if I don’t, this will end with me fucking you until you can’t move, and I won’t be able to let you leave me if that happens. Because it’s only been fifteen minutes, and already, I’ve already broken my promise to you. Because I can’t kiss you without wanting all of you. I can’t help myself when I’m with you.”
