Page 35 of Haunted Nights & Savage Sins
“You still with me?” Cormac asks, out of breath.
“Always,” I answer instantly.
I’m not sure when things changed, but the moment he lays my back down on his plush bed I know it’s the truth.
I’m always going to be here with him, whether I like it or not.
CORMAC
She’s driving me completely out of my mind.
My body is reacting in ways that it never has.
I’ve been with women before in the past, but always I counted the moments until it was over.
Not with Brenna. I’m in a rush to see her, to touch her, but in the same moment I don’t want what’s happening right now to ever be over.
Her hair splays out on the dark sheets on my bed. Her chocolate-brown locks giving a slight contrast. The flicker of the candlelight over her arms and face makes it look like she’s glowing. Like there is an angel right here in front of me waiting for me to take her.
Part of me feels like this is wrong. Like just her being in my room is enough to dirty her up. I don’t care. She’s mine to dirty. Mine to do with as I please.
I take a mental picture of her. If this is the only time that she’ll allow me to experience this with her, I don’t want to forget anything.
My eyes drift up to hers, and I reassure myself that she is completely lucid in the moment. She had a lot to drink, but it doesn’t seem like she’s inebriated. She did tell me that she was able to hold her liquor. I pray she wasn’t lying to me.
She lifts her hand, beckoning me to come to her, and I don’t hesitate. Quickly, I pull my shirt off and lay down on the bed with her, turning both of us on our sides so we can continue to kiss while we disrobe.
Her hands are all over me, and the burn of her touch over my skin is becoming my new favorite feeling.
For so long I’ve been numb, just going through life living because my beating heart demanded I do so. But right now it feels like I’m experiencing color for the first time.
Reaching down, I grab the hem of her dress and back up only enough to help her get it over her head. I toss the fabric to the side of the room, making sure it doesn’t land near any of the burning candles. The last thing I want to do right now is start a fire.
Besides, the fire growing inside of me right now is more than enough to burn this entire room to cinders.
I make quick work of my shoes and pants; both of us lie there for a second just taking in the other’s body. This is the first time I’m seeing her without her clothes on. She’s lying here with just a bra and panties on, but my eyes scan the rest of her. From the curve of her collarbone, the rise and fall of her hips, all the way down to the dark red polish she has on her toenails. She’s absolutely perfect.
I don’t deserve her, but she’s mine nonetheless. Her eyes are scanning over my body as well. I may be ashamed of my face, but my body is strong. I don’t do much working out, but my minimal diet and the strong genes that run through my family have left me with an appealing physique.
She wraps her arms around my neck and is the first to come back in for a kiss. As much as I love the feel of her lips on mine, there are other parts of her body I want to taste.
Rolling her so she is underneath me, I lift up slightly on my forearms and make my way down her body.
I flip the cups of her bra down to expose her breasts. She gasps, and her back arches slightly when the previously covered part of her is exposed to the cool air.
Her nipples are so hard I’d bet they could cut diamonds. I suck one of the hard points into my mouth and groan at the sensation on my tongue. Opening my mouth wider, I take in as much as I can. My other hand moves on its own accord, rubbing and massaging the other breast.
I moan and growl hard when I feel her moving her leg up and down, her calf coming in contact with my hard shaft. Even the small amount of friction is pushing me over the edge. If I don’t move, I’m going to make a fool out of myself before I even have a chance to get inside of her. I can’t have that.
Still, it feels good, so for a second I press my hips down so I can get more of what she’s doing to me.
I switch my mouth to the other breast and use my opposite hand to massage the side of her chest I just had in my mouth.
Her body is trembling like a leaf, but I’m too scared to ask if she’s nervous. If she tells me she has any second thoughts about what we’re about to do, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.
Then I’ll truly become the monster she thinks I am.
Just as the sensation she’s giving me starts to become too much, I move down her body. Kissing along her stomach, my lips and eyes stop suddenly when I find myself face to face with a scar I didn’t know she had. On the lower right side of her stomach is a small slit; it looks surgical. I’ll have to ask her about that, but not now. I press a kiss to the point, and her hands find their way back into my hair.
