Page 47 of Blood Oath Christmas
Cool air reaches the small of my back, startling me since I hadn’t realized he’d unbuttoned the back of the dress. But then his warm palms follow, quickly heating my skin as he learns my curves. A few seconds later, my dress slides to the floor in a pale pool, and his gaze trails the path the fabric takes, leaving pricks of desire in its place.
A shiver runs through me and Konstantin’s green eyes crinkle in pleasure, the slanted smile telling me he knows what he’s doing to me and enjoys every second of it.
It’s not fair that I’m standing here in just my bra and panties, so I reach up and unbutton his shirt, then slide it off his shoulders. His hands stay pressed at my waist, letting me undress him. Inch by inch, I reveal the tattoo then gasp when I finally get to see the artwork in its full glory.
“It’s a dragon,” I breathe, the awe in my voice clear.
He raises an eyebrow at me, but I barely register it. “Your tattoo, it’s… beautiful.”
A dragon’s tail wraps around his waist, then moves upward and to Konstantin’s right side. The scales are dark blue but with gold specs on them. One giant wing is spread out, practically covering his belly, and then it moves upward past a thick neck and head. The head is what I’ve only caught glimpses of before.
My fingers go to the tat without my even realizing what I’m doing, and I trail them over the dragon’s head. So majestic and beautiful. Its mouth is open partway, the tongue curled back, and just a glimpse of fire beginning deep in its throat. The eyes were designed so incredibly that whenever I move, they look like they are following me. They are bright red with little orangeflames where human pupils would be. Its head is bent and lies on Konstantin’s smooth chest like a loving caress. The top of its head covers the side of his neck.
“You like tats?” Konstantin asks, drawing me out of my examination.
I nod but don’t say anything.
He steps back just one step and looks at me, his gaze leisurely covering my body. “But you don’t have any?”
I shake my head. “I don’t like needles.”
He laughs, the sound deep in his throat that manages to send shivers of pleasure through me. Konstantin notices and goes to the fireplace to stoke the fire, misinterpreting the reason for my shiver. I don’t enlighten him, though, because I’m too caught up watching the way the muscles in his naked back move and roll. Full of power and strength.
When he returns, his eyes fix on mine and then he lowers his head and his warm lips press there, right under my ear. He breathes against my skin and the sound comes out rough. I draw in a quick breath and slide my fingers into his hair to keep him close while he kisses a slow line along my neck and his hand settles at my waist, firm enough to hold me steady while he learns my body.
I’m lost in sensation, the way his lips feel against the sensitive skin on my neck, the way our bodies are pressed so closely together, I can feel his heartbeat and the heat emanating from his body.
He finds the clasp of my bra and opens it, and the straps slide from my shoulders with barely a sound. Konstantin raises his gaze as he runs his thumbs over my puckered nipples, making them tighten even more and ache for his touch.
My head falls back of its own accord and I moan. He wraps a hand around my waist to keep me in place, then lowers his head. The instant his warm mouth wraps around my nipple, I cry outwith the intense pleasure of it. His mouth and teeth scrape and soothe while his free hand cups and molds my breast.
“Konstantin,” I breathe.
He stiffens. “Are you asking me to stop?”
My eyes shoot open and I stare at him with an open mouth. “Don’t you dare!”
He chuckles and resumes his pleasure-torture. I don’t know how or when it happened, but the next thing I know, he’s laying me on the bed. His hands remain at my waist for a brief second, and then he peels my panties down to my ankles. Keeping his eyes on mine, he lifts first one foot and then the other to remove the underwear all the way.
My hungry eyes drop to his waist, at the ropes of muscle across his stomach. As he bends, the dragon’s body shifts, as if moving with him. Konstantin stands at the side of the bed, then lowers himself to his knees beside me. He doesn’t look into my eyes—his eyes are hungry for much more.
I never knew I could actually feel eyes roaming over me, but I can feel his. The hot gaze pauses for a long time between my legs and I start to squirm even as heat and wetness pool there. He breathes in deeply, as if he can smell my scent, and his green eyes darken even more.
“I’m naked,” I manage to say in a husky voice. “You’re not. Fix it.”
His eyes jerk up to mine and he chuckles. “Impatient much?”
I nod. “Right now, yes.”
But he doesn’t take off his clothes. He starts at my knees, at the tender and sensitive skin on the inner side, his hands slowly pushing my legs apart as he moves. Like he said, I’m impatient and spread my legs wide to give him plenty of access. His hot breath brushes against me intimately with his chuckle and I swear I feel it all the way to my core.
“You don’t have to go slow for me,” I say, desperately wanting him to cover my body with his and take what I’m so boldly offering.
He looks up from between my knees. “What if I want to go slow?”
“Next time,” I rasp as his fingers find my folds and start exploring.
“Thank God,” he mutters, his voice so low I almost don’t hear him.
