Page 136 of Sands of Atonement

She bit her lower lip.

I lowered my head to her chest once more, sucking her right nipple into my mouth. I felt her hand wrap into my wavy hair, and the grumble that released from my chest made her shiver beneath me. Hooking the straps of her dress beneath my fingers, I yanked it downward, ripping it in half. Her breasts became fully exposed, begging to be touched.

Eshe’s body tensed, and she attempted to close her legs.

“Relax,” I ordered her and locked my eyes back with hers. Her breathing deepened, and her eyelids grew heavy. I lowered myself onto her, pressing my hips against the warmth of her legs. Her breath quickened, and her palms were flat against my chest, but she wasn’t pushing me this time. I could tell she was nervous, and I wondered if she’d done anything like this before.

She bit her lower lip again, and that just wouldn’t do.

I placed my lips on hers, and her mouth parted, inviting me further. It was what I imagined heaven tasted like. Warm, pure, sweet, fucking perfection. She was allowing me to feast on her mouth, and I took and took. I wanted nothing more than to stay like this between her legs, kissing her, claiming her for eternity. Exactly where she belongs. In this life and the next.

All the years of dreaming about what it would have been like with her never compared to this moment. This feeling was greater than anything I’d ever experienced in my life.

My teeth scraped over her bottom lip, and our tongues danced as if we argued. We were rough, needing and demanding more, pushing and pulling. A sound escaped her mouth, and I found my hand palming the bare breast that I had abused earlier. My thumb grazed over her raised nipple before pinching it between two fingers, and she trembled underneath me.

More blood rushed below my hips, and I pressed myself more between her legs. Her mouth gasped perfectly and in time for me to plunge my tongue even deeper. My hand moved from her breasts to her waistline and lower—to find some fucking dress in my way.

I ripped the rest off her, the fabric making a loud rip.

My hands went back to exploring her body. Her soft, warm skin responded to mine, and I knew, even if she didn’t want to admit it, she wanted this. Her body told me she wanted more with each press of her hips against mine and with every kiss she gave me. I hooked the palms of my hands at the back of her thigh and spread them to the sides of my hips as I reached for her lips again. I couldn’t be gone from them for too long—her lips were my personal drug. Her pink, swollen lips invited me once again.

“Ezra,” she moaned.

I smirked between the kisses.

Her voice sent full-body tingles scattering across my skin. This felt too right. Too good. I haven’t felt like this in, well—forever. This blissful rightness that destroyed every dark crevice in my heart.

The only thing that kept me from claiming everything about her was my pants. I pulled myself away.

“Eshe…” I panted.

I needed to be good for just one second.

“Mmm?” She lifted her lips to continue kissing my jaw and my neck. God, she felt so good.

I’ll admit that I don’t, her words rang in my ear, and I had to contain my laugh within. She was such a liar. I wasn’t going to let her get away with it. She couldn’t get enough.

She was being pliable now.

My shoulder slumped, giving up being good for a moment, my face buried in her neck and in her hair. I breathed in her jasmine scent. Bringing my head lower, my lips further to her waist, my hands gently pulled her legs apart.

I kissed and worshipped every inch from her knee to her inner thigh and into the Promised Land.

I was so fucking right.

She was dripping for me, and I almost, almost tore into her because of it. The beast within wanted to take everything in this moment.

Calm down, Ezra.

I pulled her nearer to me. She whimpered and writhed against my mouth and my hands. I gripped and stabilized her until she couldn’t move anymore, which only added to the sounds that escaped her lips. I swirled my tongue around her bud, dragging it down to taste her core and up again.

Goddamn it, I couldn’t handle it. I wouldn’t be surprised if I released myself in this moment just by touching and tasting her. I felt her nails above my head and shoulders, clawing, pulling my head even closer, and suddenly her core tightened. Pressing my lips, I gently pulled on her bud, and her voice echoed against the limestone walls. It was music to my fucking ears. Her legs pressed on either side of my head, and I didn’t stop licking and pulling until she lay there panting, nearly lifeless.

I drove my head above hers, and her mouth was wide open with surprise. Pleasure was written over her face. She didn’t waste time as she pulled me to her warm lips.

Her trembling fingers hooked over the edge of my trousers and teased them over my hips. My heart began to pound and pound, thinking of how it would feel to be buried in her.

She suddenly pushed against my shoulder, bringing us both up and straddling my hips, pinning me to the bed.