Page 120 of Soulmateless
More. I want more of him.
I pull away but leave with a bite on his bottom lip, earning a soft moan from him.
It's like pucking a string on a god’s sacred harp. Is it because he's of the Gift of Love’s lineage that his moan is so divine?
Whatever it is, I wantmore.
I gaze into those bright blue eyes. They've never been more vibrant. “I find it hard to believe that you were never meant to be kissed.” I drop my stare to his lips. “Not with how soft your lips are. Not with that moan.”
His lips part. “You actually liked that noise?”
“I loved it.” I snicker. “This is your first time?”
He nods. “You’re the only one that's ever kissed me. You’re the only one that ever will.”
I smirk. I have him all to myself. “Good, because no one else deserves to hear that moan. Onlyme.”
I bring him back to my lips, quickly licking his for entry. Once he allows me, I caress his tongue with mine, starting off slowly and getting rougher with time. Eventually Amias gets the hang of it, drawing hums of pleasure from me.
He's perfect for me. He must've been designed for me like I've been designed for him. No one can live up to his beauty, or his gentleness. Or the passion that stays hidden under the surface.
He's fucking perfect.
I laugh in my head as I draw another moan.Amara's grandson is kissing a dreamscreecher, and he’s enjoying every second of it. How fucking and beautifully ironic.
He grabs me by the waist, pulling me in as if I wasn’t close enough. Then he pins me against the Cherry Blossom beside us. Our lips and tongues connect once again as I hold him by the cheeks.
His tongue only caresses me deeper as I tilt my head up to him, but I'm starting to think kisses aren't enough.
More of him. I need more.
I place my hands on his chests, trying to undo some buttons. He shudders under my touch, which makes me smile against his kisses. My fingers find the first button to his undershirt, and don't hesitate to undo them.
Amias pulls away. “Clara…” He murmurs with his soft blue eyes turning into a warm glowing pink. He looks down at my fingers doing the work with his cheeks turning more pink, but he doesn't move to stop them. That's when I notice the amare flowers snaking up our arms.
“This isn't enough.” I smirk and continue to unbutton. “There has to be a private room where we can continue this.”With his fine chest exposed, I rub a hand over it. Finally.
He huffs, lowering his voice with his next words. “That can be arranged.”
He slides his hands around my ass, hoisting me up. I accept this movement and wrap my legs around his waist. There's a tingle going up my back from his touch and I can't tell if it's an emotional or physical reaction. It could be both.
I've wanted this…I've wanted to make him mine… he is mine and no one else can have him.
Already moving from his lips, I kiss his jawline, going down toward his neck. His breath wavers, like I'm drawing his breath away from him.
I can feel something tangle around my arms and body, and I pull away, looking into Amias’ glowing eyes and realize more amare flowers had made their way to my hands.
They're glowing… almost blindingly so.
“Clara…” he whispers. “The flowers! They're glowing!”
I squint at him. “What does that mean?”
“We're meant to be! That means-” He raises his brows. “No… That can't…”
“Mean what?” I cock my head aside.
“No…it can't-” He stops mid sentence and glances to the side. “Fire!” He drops us to the floor, shielding me with his body hovered over me. I yelp at the sudden move. As I try to catch my breath, he slowly tilts his head to what's in front of us. I follow his gaze to the burning bush before us.
