Page 58 of Shielded Heart 1
He curled his fingers under her dress and slowly peeled it to the sides; the silky, sheer material brushed over her nipples as her breasts were exposed.
She shivered. Her breath grew ragged, and her nipples hardened, aching for more.
“Do you crave more of my touch, my flower?” Arcanthus whispered into her ear as his tail trailed along the outside of her right thigh, which was bared by the skirt’s slit.
Samantha’s cheeks warmed, and she bit the inside of her lip. She couldn’tsaythe words, couldn’t ask him. She nodded.
With the fabric of the dress fully parted, he returned his hands to her breasts, cupping their undersides once more. One of his fingers teased the edge of her nipple, causing another shiver to run through her. Sam arched into his touch.
“Tell me, Samantha. Let me hear your voice.”
“Y-Yes,” she rasped.
He pinched her nipples.
Samantha sucked in a sharp breath. Her body jerked against him, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she tipped her head back against his shoulder. The jolt from her nipples pierced straight to her core like a bolt of lightning. Her lips parted with her panting breaths, and she clenched her skirt tighter.
“Demand it of me, Samantha. Demand pleasure. Demand what you are due, what you deserve.”
She whimpered before she could finally force the words out. “Touch me, Arc. I-I want you to touch me.”
He increased the pressure on her nipples infinitesimally, rolling them between his fingers. “Whydo you want me to touch you, Samantha? What do you want to feel?”
“Because I want you,” she rasped. Liquid heat pooled between her legs as her sex pulsed and an empty pressure expanded within her core. “I want to feel you.”
Arcanthus chuckled huskily, brushing his lips against her neck. “Then I am yours, my lovely little terran.”
He released one of her breasts to grasp her chin and turn her face toward his. He captured her mouth in a searing, claiming kiss. Samantha moaned as his hand returned to her breast; he kneaded her tender flesh, pinched and stroked her nipples until she couldn’t keep her body still. Her skin thrummed beneath his touch. Arc nipped her lower lip with afang only to soothe the sting away with his tongue a few heartbeats later.
“You are so beautiful, Samantha,” he said against her mouth. “So delectable. Give me your hands.”
Intoxicated by his kiss and drifting in a haze of desire, it took Samantha a moment to process his words. When understanding finally pierced the lust fogging her mind, she released her skirt, stretched her stiff fingers, and held her hands up.
Arcanthus caught her wrists and placed her hands over her breasts before covering them with his own. The action caught her so off guard that she opened her eyes to meet his burning gaze. The thought of touching herself in front of him was shocking, but it was also…thrilling. He guided her hands to caress and squeeze her flesh as though they were his.
The corners of Arc’s mouth curved up in a smile. “Do you feel how soft you are?”
“Yes,” Samantha said.
“Close your eyes. Good. Now imagine my lips upon them, my tongue circling those hard little peaks. Imagine me taking them into my mouth, sucking hard, surrounding them in heat”—he used her fingers to pinch her nipples, eliciting a gasp from her—“before taking them between my teeth.”
“Arc,” Samantha begged, rubbing her thighs together. She was so wet she could feel her slick dripping down her ass. Her body trembled in need.
“Yours is a body worthy of worship,” he said, lifting his hands off hers. “Keep going.”
He smoothed his hands down Samantha’s abdomen as she breathlessly caressed herself. Though her touch wasn’t the same as his, it fanned the flames he’d already ignited within her. His palms left a blazing trail in their wake along her thighs, and his fingers massaged her flesh on their slow journeyto her knees.
She whispered his name; it emerged from her lips in a desperate plea. Arcanthus hooked his fingers under her knees and spread her legs wide. She wouldn’t have resisted even if it had been possible.
One at a time, he draped her legs over his powerful thighs, forcing them even wider apart as he spread his own legs. With his left hand, he gathered her skirt and dragged it upward. The fabric glided over her skin until her pelvis was bare. Arcanthus swept the skirt aside and settled both his hands on the insides of her thighs, brushing his thumbs across the thin edges of her underwear.
Samantha trembled. She felt vulnerable and exposed, and yet, because it was Arcanthus, she feltsafe.
“Ah, Samantha, do you know what you do to me?” He tilted his hips and forced her pelvis down; her backside brushed against the hardened answer to his question. “You have hidden yourself from everyone, but I will discover the wonders of your body. I will worship it.” He teased the shell of her ear with his teeth. “I willtasteit.”
Samantha’s breath hitched.
Arc curled his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties. “And I will conquer it.”
