Page 36 of Behind Amber Eyes

I should feel self-conscious at our very public arduous display, but I don’t. As I’ve already witnessed, people here don’t hide their desires. Instead, they give in with vigor, allowing the rapids of sexual energy to carry them wherever they see fit.

When he pulls back, I unconsciously try to follow him. I blink rapidly, trying to get ahold of myself.

He laughs quietly and looks at me, and my breath catches at the raw desire shining in his eyes.

His gaze slowly travels up and down my body, finally landing on my face. “I believe we have two options. Option one, I go over to the bar and get us drinks to enjoy while we dance the night away,” he motions toward the bar, “or option two, we go somewhere a bit more…private.”

I immediately begin leading him toward the staircase by hand, forgetting to feel any hint of shame.

He laughs again, a bit louder this time, and stills me with a gentle tug. When I look at him questioningly, he pulls me toward the exit. “This is our home, Amelia. We have much better rooms to utilize.”

Excitement shoots through me as he quietly pulls me out of the lounge and up the grand staircase until we reach the thirdfloor. Anticipation buzzes in me as he leads me down the hall toward the back of the house, until we reach one lone room with large, intricately carved black French doors.

He shoots me a charming grin before pushing the doors open. “Welcome to our bedroom.”

I gasp when the room is revealed to me, my desire temporarily dissipating as I take it in. It’s the most beautiful bedroom I have ever seen. Off to the right there is a small sitting area with a Victorian-style rug underneath a black velvet couch. Directly in front of us, to the very back of the room there are glass doors that lead to a balcony overlooking the backyard. To the left, there’s a door to the master bathroom and another that appears to be a large, walk-in closet. In the middle of the room there is a smaller version of the foyer chandelier, though gold instead of black and filled with red lit candles that don’t seem to burn down.

Arousal comes back in waves as my gaze falls on the king bed underneath the chandelier, covered in a red and gold satin comforter.

My breath catches when Arman moves behind me to press himself against my back, gently coaxing me toward the bed.

Once my legs hit the footboard, I turn to sit down, staring up at Arman with a wanton gaze. I’ve never wanted to feel someone against me,insideme, so badly.

He is clearly feeling the same as he places his hands under my upper thighs to lift and throw me back farther on the bed, crawling over me like a predator.

Suddenly, nerves begin to creep in. I’m not exactly a virgin, but Arman’s practiced moves are miles from the clumsy, casual encounters of my youth.

He sits up suddenly and unbuttons my pants with nimble fingers, slowly pulling them and my underwear down my legs.

A blush splays across my cheeks as I watch him drink me in, wondering if he feels as unabashed as he looks. He runs his fingers over my calf and up under my thigh, lifting my leg to place wet, open-mouthed kisses against the side of my knee.

I mew as his kisses work up my thigh and near my center, breaths increasing in anticipation.

Instead of continuing his torturous journey, he looks up at me with wild eyes. “Remove your top.”

I comply before my brain catches up with my movements, and suddenly I realize how bare I am compared to his fully dressed form. “Not very fair,” I whimper, eyeing his clothing.

He laughs darkly and gently nips my inner thigh. “In due time, my love. I want to take my time with you tonight.”

I let out a gasp as his hot mouth closes around my middle, my head falling back against the pillows in ecstasy. I writhe against his attack, unable to keep still as I move closer and closer to the edge.

I’m almost embarrassed at how quickly he gets me there, and once the waves of pleasure begin to subside, I allow my body to relax limply into the covers.

He moves up to my stomach and nuzzles it lightly with his nose, before sitting up with a self-satisfied smirk. “You forget, I know what you like. Even if you don’t, yet.”

I am reminded of all the times we have been in this exact situation; to me they may be distant and fading memories, but they are clear as day for him. I should feel threatened by this, but instead it only serves to make me want him more. I rise on one elbow and reach for his shirt, tugging it deftly with a hand. “Please.”

He gently extracts my hand and brings my knuckles to his lips, never removing his gaze from mine. “Tell me what you want, love.”

I tug my hand from his grasp and grab onto his shirt again. “You,” I whisper, opening my legs wider for him to settle in between.

His dark expression suddenly turns tender, and he leans over me to kiss me slowly and sweetly. “You already have me.” His voice is as quiet as mine, and he sits back on his haunches to remove his shirt and unbuckle his pants.

I sit up and help him remove his pants, and then pull him down on top of me with a hand on the back of his neck. He leans down for another tender kiss, one hand stroking up and down my outer left thigh.

He pushes himself against me, his tip nudging my folds. He doesn’t go any further, though, instead moving his lips to my neck. “Oh, Amelia…” he murmurs, rubbing against me.

I let out a moan and use my feet to push into him, trying to take him inside me.

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