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A hand touches my face; strokes under my eye. “Blaire? You with me?”
I think I nod. I'm not sure. I'm too mindless to concentrate right now.
That was... extraordinary. I never knew such sensations existed. All I've ever felt is the lick of a belt, heat of a branding iron, or a blow from Maksim's fist. I wasn't aware there was more.
Sitting back on his knees, Charlie pulls off his t-shirt, revealing a hard chiseled stomach and broad shoulders, his chest sprinkled in rough, dark hair. The candle glowing on the bedside cabinet next to us gives an orange shine to his tanned skin.
Like that, he's more savagely handsome than ever before.
Why is he so good looking?It would be so much easier for me to resist the desire if he was ugly.
Panting still, I lie there gazing up at him, sheathed in diamonds of sweat. I cannot even hug myself because my muscles are like jelly, and I do want to hug myself.
The sound of a zipper coming down, slow and raw, and heavy movement on the bed. Then, Charlie is hovering over me, pressing into the mattress on all fours. I can feel something warm and hard just touching my pulsing sex but I don't really register what it is. I’m so hazy—I cannot even really make out his face. I've got stars in my eyes.
With a single hand, Charlie picks wet lengths of hair out of my face. “So fucking pretty,” he whispers, and I can feel his eyes boring into my face.
I don't care.
After a while, my serious pants die down and the barrier that is my dizziness fades away. Charlie smiles when I really look at him, his black unruly hair dripping around his neck and face—it's a dark, exultant smile. His lips are wet, glossy against the orange candle light. My cheeks flush red. Wet from my arousal.
I try to cup my face, desperate to hide from him, but he takes my wrists and pins them to the mattress on either side of my face, supporting himself on his knees between my legs.
“Don't be embarrassed,” he says huskily, reading my mind. “You're perfect.” He licks his glistening lips and closes down on me, kissing my mouth. He tastes salty and smells like... a little musky. A feminine musky scent with a hint of his own.
I turn my face to the side—not because I don't want to kiss him; I just need a moment to recover—but he doesn't seem to like that. Freeing one of my hands, he grapples my jaw line and puts us nose to nose, his fingers digging into my skin.
“Don't look away from me,” he says, and physically orders me to kiss him.
I do, even when he lets go of my face to hold my neck. Losing my mind all over again, I bask in that kiss, in how slow his tongue caresses mine; in how soft and alluring his lips are. I even wrap my free arm around his neck to keep him close, savoring the feeling of his smooth, shaven face on mine, his heart pounding against my chest.
Looks like we're both running on adrenaline.
My lips swell under the pressure of his, but I can't seem to stop having a taste of him. I kiss him with all I have, sucking his tongue and gasping with anxiety every time he attempts to pull away from me.
“Why are you pulling away?” I say through clatters of breath, blinking up at him. “You wanted this.”
“Oh, I still want this.” Releasing my neck from his hold, he braces his body up on one elbow beside my face; stares into my eyes. “I just need to loosen you up first.”
My heart jumps into my throat. I know what he's going to do.
“Is it going to hurt?” My voice comes out so pathetic that I want to punch myself in the face.
He silently watches me for a second, his dazzling blue eyes flickering back and forth between mine. The orange glow of the candle makes him look so gorgeous that my heart goes a little faster.
“Might a bit at first,” he tells me honestly, “but I'll go slow, and I won't go all the way in if it's too much.”
Won't go all the way in!
I think he knows I'm anxious because he focuses on kissing my mouth for a while, a gentle pursuit, his hand stroking the side of my face. I'm practically purring against his touch, his kiss, rushing with heat. I shut my eyes so I can anchor my thoughts on four senses instead of five—looking at him is too overwhelming right now.
His back muscles feel extraordinary under my arm enveloped around his neck, flexing and contracting as he moves, and the weight of his body holding me down isn't so frustrating anymore. I sort of like the feeling of being under a powerful man. For the first time in my life, I feel like a girl lusted after, rather than a 'pet' ordered to please.
I'm not sure how much time passes before Charlie lets go of my other wrist. Now I'm swathed around him with both arms, putting us chest to chest, crushing my breasts between us.
I think those oils have fucked with my arousal or something because I've never felt this ravenous for anything in my entire life.
A hand slides between our bodies; finds its way to my forbidden entrance. Charlie rubs me there, making me squirm, making my core buzz with hunger. I'm so wet and juicy it's ridiculous, inundating his fingers.
