Raphael licked my lips, demanding, seducing. His teeth caught my lower lip, pulled lightly. I had him all to myself. In this moment he was entirely, completely mine. I opened my mouth. He lingered, kissing my lips, slowly, surely, as if we had all the time in the world and there was no need to hurry. Little electric shocks shot through my heart all the way to my fingertips. His tongued slid into my mouth and touched the tip of mine. He tasted like Raphael: spice, fire and need wrapped into one. I licked him, inviting him in. We kisses, every stroke of his tongue, every touch of his hands caressing my body, magnified to an almost painfully intense sensation. Warmth spread through me, my body ready for more. I wanted him tot ouch me. I wanted his hands on my breasts. I wanted to pull his clothes off and run my fingers down the hard muscle of his chest. I teased him, enticing him, then pulling back, letting him think he could reclaim my mouth and taking his instead. It felt like coming home. It felt like medicine soothing a raw wound. I loved him so much, and I kissed him, drinking in the cocktail of sweet memories and bitter future.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Sexy Snippets: Gunmetal Magic by Ilona Andrews
Posted by Crystal @ RBtWBC at 7/30/2012 10:00:00 PM