Page 33 of Poisoned Promise
His kisses are deep and possessive, his kind hands turn to claws that pull at my dress and slide into my hair for a handful of strands, and he shoves a thick, muscular thigh between my legs, forcing me to widen my stance and my dress to ride a few inches up my thighs.
This is thebestidea.
I rake my fingers down his arms, scratching over muscles that are thicker and wider than the last time we were together.
Every kiss has me fighting for air, every tug on my hair forces me back down onto the table until Felix suddenly holds me close.
He sweeps one arm and the crash of shattering glasses and plates hitting the floor rises up behind me.
Not that I have time to focus. His hands clasp my hips and he lifts me up, then dumps me on the table and claims my mouth once more.
I’m burning up.
My dress is too tight and too hot.
My hair’s sticking to my gleaming shoulders.
My core’s tightening rhythmically and my hips take on a mind of their own as I start grinding against his thigh.
Felix returns a hand to my hair and grips tightly, forcing my head back and drawing a cry from my lips.
His mouth latches onto my neck and suckles hard, grazing his teeth down the column of my throat until he reaches my collar bone, then he kisses his way back up to my jaw and devours my mouth.
My thoughts cloud and instinct takes over.
Skimming my hands over his chest, I seek out the seam of his shirt with both fists and, once located, I tear his shirt wide open.
Buttons ping and clatter to the ground around us and Felix breaks the kiss, leaning up and glancing down.
His torso is incredibly beautiful and I can’t take my eyes off the miles of muscle that shift and roll as he moves.
Not only that, but every inch of his sexy, olive skin is covered in black ink.
A full torso tattoo that sweeps up to his neck and down to the hem of his pants, where his hands quickly shed his belt and tug them down.
At a glance, I make out some flowers and birds but there’s far too much to take in with one look.
A look that lingers as Felix sheds his shirt completely, showing that the ink covers not just his torso but both arms as well.
“Holy shit,” I gasp weakly. “You look… wow.”
“Wow?” Felix smirks and he surges back into my space, half forcing me down onto the dining table. “That’s all you can say?”
“What do you want me to say?” I gasp while he buries his face in my neck and sinks his teeth in hard.
“Tell me I’m beautiful,” he offers, dragging his tongue over the throbbing bite. “I’m sexy. Handsome. Everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”
“You’re fucking ego,” I laugh breathlessly. “Is it still as big as you—Felix!”
He steals my words and my thoughts by grasping the front of my dress and jerking it down to my waist, exposing my breasts in seconds.
Any shame that rises is immediately snuffed by the feral sound that rises in Felix’s throat.
He takes my breasts in each hand, silences my shock with a deep kiss, then buries his face in the valley of softness with a deep moan.
I sink back against the table, lost to the sensation of his mouth frantically exploring my body.
One hand remains over my head, clutching at the tablecloth while the other sinks into Felix’s black hair and clings on.
