Page 45 of Possess Me
I don’t know what prompted me, but I inched closer, brushing the tips of my fingers down his neck. “What about these? Symbols?”
“Look more closely, Fallon, and free your mind.”
The heat between us was suffocating, but neither one of us attempted to move away from the other as I traced the lines as I’d been longing to do. Suddenly, I realized what I was looking at. “A dragon.”
His face lit up again as if he’d asked dozens of people the same question and they’d failed. “You are correct. A personal symbol.”
“For chaos, evil, or fertility?”
I was honored with a wider smile. “A little of all three.”
“The ink is gorgeous and the dragon and the meaning suit you.”
When I started to pull my hand away, he grabbed my wrist. While he was a little forceful, I wasn’t worried about what he would do. Never blinking, he pulled my fingers to his lips, rolling them across my knuckles.
Tingles floated throughout my stomach, slowly drifting down both legs. His look remained dark and almost ominous, yet I was more excited than I’d been in so long that the flutters of butterflies in my stomach were a welcome change.
He pressed kisses against my skin before peeling my finger from being curled with his lip, pulling my pinky into his mouth.
His explosively hot mouth.
I could tell my breath was skipping, the heart sounds thudding in my ears. How could this be even more intimate than a kiss? As his long eyelashes skimmed across his cheeks, I allowed myself to be mesmerized. The light breeze tickled my skin and the moment was just perfect.
If there could be such a thing with a man I should consider a dangerous stranger. Yet I felt safer around him than I had in a very long time.
He popped my pinky from his mouth, immediately moving to my index finger. With his eyes half closed, he pulled the long digit deep in his mouth. My legs started to shake as my entire body swayed.
I had no idea how much time had passed, but it seemed as if everything had gone still. No sounds of the ocean or of night creatures in the tropical trees. Just the two of us.
And Bella suddenly snoring.
I couldn’t help but smile, feeling embarrassed at doing so. If he was troubled by my reaction, he wasn’t showing it.
Hot and wet all over, I shifted from foot to foot. The damp clothes were suddenly clinging in the increasing heat. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to breathe.
Perhaps the man was psychic, but he removed my finger, grabbing both our glasses and placing them on the table with a hard thud.
Then I was suddenly in his arms, the man creating his version of a lifeline when he fisted my hair at the scalp and dragged me against his perfect body. Without asking, he simply claimed my lips as he’d done before.
Only this time, he was even more aggressive, immediately thrusting his tongue inside. The combination of vodka and the strawberry was incredible. I placed my hand on his chest, immediately rewarded with a low-slung growl that vibrated through every muscle.
The way he took control over me was far too enticing. I suddenly found myself on my toes, brushing the flat of my hand up and down his muscular chest. I would enjoy exploring his body for hours, but I had a feeling if I was allowed, that would come later.
He had other things in mind.
As the kiss turned into a passionate roar, I arched my back. Maybe I was doing nothing more than giving him permission and that was fine by me. I wanted nothing more than for him to ravage my body.
Vissarian slowly rolled the slender strap of my dress down my arm, taking the time to brush the rough pads of his fingers up and down, concentrating on my shoulder. His tongue dominated mine, the sweet dance as he consumed my mouth reeking of desperate need while the electricity burned brightly.
I was lost in the moment, not realizing that he’d exchanged one hand for the other, his fingers now wrapped around the back of my neck. Did he honestly think I would try to get away? Not a chance. The thought was nothing like what was typical of me, but why not? I was a very long way from my new home or my past.
The moment of intimacy became even rougher. When he rolled the other strap down my arm, I shuddered the moment he tugged on the material.
Within seconds, he’d pulled my dress to the deck. Now I was standing in only a lacy thong and nothing else.
He rubbed his hand up and down my back, creating even more tingles that covered every inch of my body. I had no idea I could be so wet, but the scent of my desire floated between us, carried by the light breeze.
As he wrapped his hand around my long strands of hair, yanking back my head, I was finally able to moan. The scattered sound brought a laugh from his throat, the sound so deep I should call it evil.
