“Thea…” My name on his lips is a plea, a warning, and a benediction all at once.
Lust streaks through me, and a pulse of need erupts in my center.
“Kiss me, Krystian,” I plead.
He swallows. “Thea, please.”
“Kiss me.”
Because if I fade away right here and now, I want to know what his lips feel like against my own.
Krystian shudders in my embrace, and I can feel the last of his resistance snapping. Shattering. Deteriorating like tissue paper in water.
Krystian doesn’t just kiss me. Hedevoursme. Each press of his mouth against my own makes me think he’s trying to suck out my soul. And as he kisses me, something dark and incurable cements itself deep inside my bones.
This man… He’s mine.
All sides of him—the good and the bad, the part he loves and the part he fears.
It’s only been two days, yet I feel like it’s been an eternity. My soul knows him, calls for him, and each swipe of his tongue against my own tells me he feels it as well.
I melt against him, groaning hoarsely, tingles racing up and down my spine.
Do all kisses feel like this? Or just his?
Krystian pulls away, breathing heavily. “Fuck, love. Fuck.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg, planting kisses across his neck until I reach his jaw.
I have to push myself up onto my tiptoes now that he’s no longer leaning.
“If I don’t stop, then we’ll do a lot more than just kissing.” He tries to chuckle, but the noise is raspy with barely suppressed need.
“And that’s a bad thing?” I flick my tongue out and trace his lips—his full upper, followed by his thinner lower, and then finally the seam.
He groans and opens his mouth, kissing me like he wants to punish me for teasing him.
His hands move to the straps of my nightgown, and another strangled moan escapes him.
“Fuck, you look so goddamn sexy in this. I’m fucking losing my mind.”
“I thought you preferred the teal set?” I ask, sucking on a spot on his neck.
He seems to like it, if his gyrating hips are any indication.
“I lied.”
He grabs the straps of my nightgown, forcing them down my arms.
“Holy fuck.” His eyes widen as he stares at my naked body, now dressed in only a pair of panties—this pair black.
Then he’s kissing me again, his hands roaming my body, tracing every dip and curve. His fingers brush over my puckered nipple, and a shiver of delight rolls through me.
“You’re so sexy, love. So fucking sexy. You put every goddess to shame.” He begins to kiss down my throat, my shoulders, my breasts, stopping when he reaches my neglected nipple.
He pulls it into his mouth, his tongue flicking out to play with it.
I gasp and grab at his hair, holding him still.
