Page 16 of Cheshire's Smile
The words barely left my mouth before Cheshire’s lips crashed onto mine. His tongue delved into my mouth, massaging and pulling my tongue into his mouth. I was hesitant to move it too much with his sharp fangs pressing against the sides.
Reluctant conversations with Kat have made me aware that kissing someone with fangs was an art that was painfully hard to master.
I dragged his tongue into my mouth, sucking on it until he let out a low growl. Cheshire hitched my knee over his hip, then rolled over to settle between my thighs.
A moan escaped me as his hard length ground against my center.
Ripping my mouth from his, my head fell back as I gasped for air. “Cheshire.”
Cheshire’s mouth moved down my neck, sucking and nipping at my flesh. I tensed against the touch of his fangs. “Relax, love. I’m not going to bite you... yet.”
His hand palmed my breast through my corset. My back arched into his touch. Desire burned through my veins, lighting my skin on fire.
“Please,” I whimpered.
A low rumble vibrated against me, and his nose brushed down my clavicle dipping between my breasts. “For a hundred years, I have dreamed of this body. Watching the others take you, listening to your sweet moans, it took everything I had not to take you right then and there.”
“Why didn’t you?” I slipped my hand beneath his top, caressing his chest before pushing at the material.
Chuckling, Cheshire slipped his arm out of his top before shifting to remove the other side, leaving his bare chest for me to explore. Hot muscular skin met my hands.
I grabbed and dragged my nails along his flesh, unable to get enough of him.
“Oh, pet.” Cheshire’s fingers worked on the ties of my corset, each tug and yank sending flashes of anticipation through me. “I wanted you wide awake and focused solely on me for our first time, and now I have you.”
He parted the stiff material of my corset, freeing me from its constraints. My nipples hardened and pushed up against the bodice of my dress. Cheshire’s thumb brushed over the peak. His mouth closed over it through the fabric, ripping a gasp from me.
“Cheshire, more.” I tugged on his hair, needing his mouth on my bare skin.
“Patience, darling,” he purred against my chest. “I’ve waited so long to have you. I want to take my time with you.” He pulled the bodice down to exposed my breasts to him. “Perfect.”
I gasped, clutching at him. “I bet you say that to all your lovers.”
Cheshire licked his lips and cupped my moderately sized breasts in both hands, circling the tips with his thumbs. “Oh, no, my love. They weren’t lovers. They were an assignment. The queen made me mate with them. I did not worship their bodies like this. I didn’t ache for them in my very soul. They were a quick rut to procreate and nothing more.”
He smiled. “The only lovers I’ve had by choice were Mercury and you. So, when I tell you that your breasts are perfect, I mean they are the only breasts I’ve everwantedto see, to touch, to taste.”
His mouth closed over the tip, sucking it hard enough that I cried out. He released it with a pop of his mouth before laving it slowly with his tongue.
“I’m going to take my time with you, pulling out every delectable sound from those luscious lips.”
“This is pure torture,” I groaned and lifted my hips, trying to grind against him. “I need you this instant.”
“Do you now?” Cheshire mused, tugging my dress down until it pooled at my waist. His lips found a path down between my breasts and over my abdomen, his tongue dipping into my belly button before he teased where my dress started. “Beg for it.”
My fingers tangled in his hair as I pushed at his head. “Please, pussy cat. Touch me.”
Cheshire growled. “I warned you, didn’t I?”
Without warning, he ripped my dress from my body, leaving me in just a tiny scrap of fabric. A sharp clap hit my center, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through me.
“What’s my name?” His claw slipped beneath the side of my panties and yanked, snapping the fragile fabric. He made quick work of the other side, throwing the ruined garment to the side.
I whimpered. He was so close to where I ached for him, and yet he wasn’t giving me what I wanted.
Another sharp slap to my clit made me scream.
“What’s my name?”
