Page 64 of Kiss of Light

She undid his trousers and reached for him. He gasped as she wrapped her hand around his girth. He was beautiful, she thought, as she brought her mouth to the tip. She licked him first, savouring his flavour, the strength and hardness of him. Then she enveloped him with her lips.

He swore softly as she sank her mouth around him. He touched her hair, hardly believing she was there, wondering for a moment if he was still asleep and dreaming of his most carnal desires.

But then she sucked him deeper and he couldn’t stop the tremor that jolted his body.

He pulled her up before he completely lost his mind.

“I won’t last much longer.” His voice was ragged. “I’m taking you to the bed.”

“No.” Her eyes were lit with silver flecks. “Here. It has to be here. You cured me of my kissing phobia. Now I want to stop being afraid of small spaces.”

He eyed the bottom of the bed, barely three inches above their heads.

“It’ll be difficult.”

“Not impossible.”

They were lying side by side facing each other. His glance flickered to her cleavage.

“Take your top off.”

Obediently she wriggled out of her vest top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He gazed at her breasts, his eyes dilating, and she felt her nipples harden. He ran his fingers over the sensitive tips, enjoying her suppressed little gasp.

“Lick them, Lemar,” she whispered. He bent towards her with aching slowness, giving first one then the other a mere brush of his tongue. Even that lightest of touches made her breathless.

She arched towards him and he caught a nipple in his mouth, sucking at it gently.

“Harder,” she gasped.

He tugged at it more firmly and cupped her other breast with his hand, thumbing the tight little bud until it was as hard as a bullet.

She reached down and grasped his erection, feeling it pulse against her palm.

“Lemar, I don’t want to wait any longer.”

He raised his head from her breasts, his eyes dark with desire.

“Are you sure? Once we cross this line…”

“I’m sure.” She bit her lip. “Do you need to feed? Will you still enjoy it if you don’t…?”

“I will not feed from you. Not again.”

“But I want it to be good for you too.”

“This is good for me, demon. Believe me, this isverygood.”

He kissed her fiercely, his mouth punishing hers for suggesting the experience was less than glorious for him. He kissed her until she rubbed her hips against his in hunger.

Then he pulled her jeans down, kissing her stomach, her thighs, not caring that he kept hitting his head on the wooden frame above him.

She heard a rip as he tore the underwear from her body. He kissed her between her legs, revelling in her satin skin, the scent of her arousal. The sweet invasion of his tongue made her cry out with pleasure.

She was deliciously wet for him. He licked rhythmically, long sweeping strokes to taste as much of her as he could. His mouth sought out the throbbing little ball of flesh that demanded his attention. He lapped at it repeatedly, drawing it into his mouth until her moans rose to a wail.

“Lemar, I’m so close.”

He slid up on his side until they were facing each other again. He grasped a leg and pulled it around his waist. It was the only position under this damned bed that would work. He felt himself pushing at her entrance, his swollen tip bathing in her juices. She writhed helplessly.

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