Page 29 of Your Coffin or Mine
“Play yours once again?” She smiles and plays it once more. “Very nice, and see? Not silly at all, not when it makes you smile like that.”
My fingers brush over the top of hers and her lips part, eyes dilating immediately.Interesting.I pick up her hands in mine, noting how fragile they feel, how soft and pliable.
“Let me show you how to play a different song.”
I stroke the keys with her hands lightly, playing a soft tune that most likely hasn’t been heard in centuries. It’s a simple one, but it always makes my chest full.
Her eyes go soft. “That’s beautiful.”
“Yes, it is,” I reply, staring at her, admiring the way the fire makes her hair shimmer like gold. She catches me and her teeth nip at her bottom lip, and a new aroma floods the air.Oh fuck me.
“Come here,” I beckon and catch the subtle movement of her swallowing.
I wait a moment for her to voice her choice, enchanted by her continued resistance to mind control.
“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”
“And why’s that?” I cup her cheek and run my fingers over her soft skin, my thumb raking across her bottom lip. I’m enraptured by the soft tongue that peeks from her mouth as I push my thumb slightly in, and her eyes darken.
She pulls back, and I let her go. “Because of this. Whatever this is,” she says, gesturing between us.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re rude and sometimes say things like, ‘Make sure you wear proper clothes.’” She says all this while shaking a finger at me, her voice overembellished and obnoxious. “And then you kiss me likebefore, is what I mean. You make no sense.”
I give her a broken smile, trying my hardest to not let my usual ire get in the way of this. “I do not sound like that.”
“Yes, you do.” She shakes her head and laughs.
The sound touches something in my chest, and the way the firelight kisses her eyes, combined with her luscious scent, makes her more alluring than a witch’s magic. At the thought, I breathe her in fully, but there is no witchcraft on her, not a hint—just her addictive aroma.
I feel my control slipping and reach out to trace her cheek lightly with the tips of my fingers, unable to resist touching her in some way. Her full and pouty lips are so tempting.
“I want to kiss you. May I?” The words are out before I can stop myself. Nor do I want to, if I’m being honest. I need her lips on mine.
She shudders as I trail my hand lower, asking for permission. But when she leans her body imperceptibly into me, tipping her lips, I lose control.She wants me as I want her.
My lips crash against hers and the swelling of my cock becomes painful as she moans. I growl into her mouth, and she opens, allowing me to delve inside. Her tongue toys with mine, and I snake both my hands down to grip each perfect globe of her ass, groaning at the feel of her.
Something comes over me. This was only meant to be a kiss, but I find myself wanting more. I want Aubrey closer, to feel her heat, her arousal, and have it consume me.
She pauses our kiss to squeak in alarm when I deftly pick her up and stand, only to settle into one of the chairs closer to the bookshelves, away from the light, with her secure in my lap. Her fingers clutch the fabric of my shirt.
I rock her hips into my hardness, and she shudders, a whimper escaping. Her lips descend on mine, and she sucks my tongue into her mouth. The aggressive maneuver has my body freezing in place, the blood in my veins suddenly scorching. I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze lightly, pushing back and forcing her to break her onslaught.
“Aubrey.”
Her face is flushed, and her eyes are heavy with lust. I keep her pinned with my gaze and reach between us to rip the fabric of her leggings between her thighs. Her eyes widen and I can feel the quiet gasp escape her throat underneath my hand.
I try to remind myself she’s human and a guest in my home, but the tastes and sounds she makes drive me to insanity.I can’t stop touching her.
Running my fingers along her soaked panties, I watch the emotions evolve and play across her expression. Her thoughts are written on her face, and I could read them for hours, never becoming bored. They tell me she doesn’t want me to stop. The way her body responds to mine is unlike anything I can ever recall experiencing.
When I slide my other hand up from her ass to one of her perfect breasts, grazing her nipple, her thighs quake and her body trembles beneath my hands.
“So responsive,” I purr out in appreciation.
She bites her lip in reaction. I shove the scrap of lace to the side and grin as her breathing turns erratic and broken.
