Chapter 39 #2
Aramis was so respectful when we kissed. But in my mind, his lips trace down my neck, and he doesn’t stop above my collarbone. His mouth follows the curve of my breast, and continues down until his tongue passes my nipple, slowly drawing circles around it.
I try to guide my thoughts to green fields of grass or flowers, anything else instead of the way Aramis worships my body.
But it’s no use, the thoughts only become wilder, more wicked.
And when another male joins, his lips caressing the back of my neck, I jump out of my bed and run into my bathroom.
Cold water might do me good. The sparks are back, flying around me like little fireflies. But no matter how much water I splash in my face, it does nothing to wash away the heated movie that plays in my head.
“Fuck it,” I whisper to myself in the mirror, ignoring the glowing eyes and pointed ears. All I want, no need, is Aramis.
Before I can second-guess myself, I run out of the bathroom and slip into the hallway, taking the stairs up to the level above mine, rapidly knocking on the second to last door on the left.
My heart comes back to life, pounding against my ribs. The cool air of the dimly lit hallway does nothing to chill down my feverish skin, or erase the sparks flying around me. Not until I hear shuffling feet from the other side of the door.
That’s when everything just…stops.
The door opens and there stands my blond god, muscled chest on full display, dark green pajama pants low on his hips. He quickly ruffles through his hair, a worried expression edged on his handsome features. “Mai? Is everything alright?”
I know the question is directed to me, but all I can see is how absolutely ravishing he looks.
So instead, I reach for his head and pull him into a kiss.
If he is surprised by my movement, he doesn’t let it show, but instead pulls me closer.
My hands find his hair, tangling in the soft waves.
My tongue follows the curve of his bottom lip and he opens instantly for me, our tongues dancing around each other at a slow pace.
A groan rumbles in his chest as his hand lands on the back of my neck, angling my head backwards to get even better access.
Taking advantage of the fact he is shirtless, I trace my fingers across his collarbone.
They waver a path across his hard muscled pecs, discovering every inch of his very defined abdomen and when the tips of my fingers bush against the edge of his pants, I trail even lower until my fingers find his erection and I stroke up and down along his length.
That’s when he stops and pulls away. He searches my face, staring into my eyes, unsure what he sees there. “What are you doing?”
His question should make me freeze, but it doesn’t. “I want you Aramis, all of you.”
“Dear moons —”
I grab hold of the edge of his pants and pull until we’re standing in front of the bed.
With a little push, he sits down and I straddle him as if it’s something I’ve done a million times before.
My body moves on instinct, hips rolling against his length, fueled by the heat roaring inside of me and the sounds that escape from Aramis only intensifies my burning desire.
My core aches to the point where it’s painful, my panties are soaked and my thoughts are consumed by him and him alone.
“Shit gorgeous, I —”
I silence him as our mouths meet again, the kiss not so gentle anymore and leaving his swollen lips is excruciating, but there are other places I want to taste. I start at his neck, licking and kissing my way down. Strong hands land on my hips to help me move against him and —
No.
He is blocking my movement, but I don’t stop, rocking forward, gasping at the solid heat I feel underneath me. Yet, his hands remain at my hips, a ragged sound rumbling from his chest, fingers twitching as if he’s unsure what to do next.
The scent of something heady, rich and intoxicating fills my nose, making my head spin and my body ignite.
A curse slips from his lips before he whispers my name. And that’s when everything stops. He gently lifts me up and places me next to him. He stands up and starts pacing back and forth.
“Aramis?” My voice cracks at his name, I’m not even sure why.
That stops his movement. “Oh Mai, please don’t get this the wrong way.
” He crouches down and takes hold of my hands.
“I am sorry, I know what you’re feeling and believe me when I tell you I’d love to give in to all your needs and desires.
But,” I know I won’t like the words that will come out next. “I can taste and smell nectar on you.”
My lip starts to tremble. Is he really denying me? “I want you, so, so badly.”
His head falls down and he squeezes my hands. “I know, baby, but we can’t do this right now. We’ve already gone too far.”
Too far? “But we only…kissed.”
He grunts. “Kissed? Well…”
He rises, letting go of my hands, and only then do I notice a small wet spot on his pants. What does that…Oh.
Fingers tilt my chin up, my heated gaze meets his glowing eyes. “Do you understand how badly I want you?”
I nod.
“Good, that’s…good. But not like this, gorgeous. I can’t…if we go down that road, I want you to be…you and not this high version of you.”
It’s like he’s sending a bucket of ice-cold water across my back and all I feel is shame. My palm goes to my forehead, it feels clammy, my thoughts scattered all over the place.
A wave of tiredness hits me with its hammer and before I can topple over, Aramis catches me, lifting me into his arms. My head rests against his shoulder and I close my eyes only for a couple of seconds.
When I open them, I’m back in my own bed and Aramis tucks me in. I grab hold of his hand. “I’m sorry.”
He sits down on the bed, moving a lock of hair away from my face. “No need to apologise. You will feel better in the morning. Sleep now, you’ll need it.”
He gently brushes his lips against my forehead and disappears in a cloud of shadow.
I fall asleep in no time.