Chapter 16
“Read it to me again,” Tobias growled as he kissed up her arm.
Juliet laughed as she tried to hold onto her slim volume of Antony and Cleopatra.
How he loved her laugh. He loved her skin and the way her cheeks flushed pink when she reached her pleasure. How he loved the sound of his name upon her lips.
“Again?” she teased. “Do you fancy yourself Marc Antony?”
“Never,” he rasped as he turned his attention to her breasts. They were small but pert, and he sucked one of the pink nipples into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. “I should never wish such a terrible end.”
“Mmm,” she moaned. “I cannot! My wits are leaving me with your every touch.”
He gazed up at her. “You love it, don’t you?”
“What?” she whispered as she put the volume on his bedside table.
“Plays,” he murmured. “Acting.”
Her lips parted and her brow furrowed. “I’ve never let myself think about it.”
He kissed her ribs then, sliding downward to her hips. “You glow when you perform Shakespeare,” he growled, nipping gently at her skin before he lowered his mouth to the soft skin of her inner thighs.
“Ladies can’t be actresses,” she groaned.
“Why?” he asked as he gazed upon her velvety folds. “Perfect,” he whispered.
She was ready for him already. Her slick petals begged for attention.
“It’s just not done,” she panted.
“When did your family start caring about what was done?”
“I-I…”
“You’re happy when you’re in the theater,” he whispered. “You’re happy when you’re acting. It’s in your blood,” he rumbled.
“It’s not possible,” she breathed.
“Hmmm. Anything is possible, my lady. Look at me in your bed.” And then he did not wish to speak. He took her folds into his mouth, savoring the taste of her, the evidence of her desire for him.
He wanted to get drunk with desire for her, get drunk on her pleasure. So he coaxed and stroked her with his tongue and lips. She arched and bucked against his mouth. Tobias grabbed her hips and held her in place so that he could devour her and bring her to pleasure.
Just as she was cresting, he paused.
“Tobias,” she protested, panting.
“Admit it,” he growled. “Admit you love the theater above all things. I saw it on your face when I met you. And just now. My god, there has never been a better Cleopatra.”
“You’re a rogue!”
He slid two fingers into her tight, hot core.
She groaned. “I admit it! I love it. It is almost as good as…”
“As?” he prompted.
“This. You!”
At that, he could not hold back. Nor could he deny himself. He leaned back, positioned his cock between her thighs and thrust home.
Her hot sex welcomed him, and she hissed out her need.
He lifted her then, pulling her up to sit on his lap and showed her how to ride him. How to take her power.
Her head dropped back, her long russet hair teasing over his body.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and soon found a perfect pace. Soon, neither of them could bear it any longer and she locked gazes with him.
They crested together, lost together, found together. As one.
And in that moment, Tobias knew everything he had thought he wanted? Meant nothing.
The only thing that mattered in this world was his Juliet.