Naughty Little Gift -- A Temptation Court Novella (Temptation Court, Book 1) by Angel Payne Page B
Authors: Angel Payne
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the inches between our lips. “ Can’t you see?” And then his mouth is on me, molding me…needing me. Then rasping, “Mishella. My favori. My perfect armeau. I brought you here because I’m a selfish bastard who hasn’t had anyone like you in my world in…” He stops, shaking his head, gaze glittering once more, a thousand shades of confusion. “In a very long time.
“Mishella Santelle…it is you who have rescued me .”
*
Cassian
What the fuck have you done ?
My head machetes me with the words. My gut gladly joins in.
But my heart and my soul have never felt more perfect. Yeah…for the first time in my life, perfect and petrified are happy pals, powering their way into the arms that crush around her, the body that fits against hers…
The cock that swells between us.
“ Cassian .” Her whisper is high and ragged, verbally interpreting the tears that hovers so beautifully in her eyes. I gaze hard into their glimmer, willing the wetness to break free. To cleanse me, rescue me all over again. To grant me permission for what I’ve been craving since the moment my skin first touched hers, during that formal reception back on Arcadia. She knows it too. I see it in the quiver of her lips, in the choppy pulse in her neck, in the little trembles of her fingers, all ten raising up, bracing my jaw.
Finally, they thicken, brim…and escape.
My perfect invitation.
I crash my mouth back down.
Invade hers without hesitation. Claim her without compunction. Kiss her like she’s my last fucking breath.
As our mouths continue to chase and tease and caress and conquer, our bodies slide all the way to the floor. When we break apart for air, I drag my gaze open to feast again on the sight of her, now awash in the glow of the streetlights and the moon. She’s wearing a light blue sleep set tonight, coaxing out dazzling sparks of silver in the stare she returns to me. My beautiful gift .
I dip in, kissing her once more. With reverence this time.
With thanks.
When her fingers caress down to my chest, I don’t feel so reverent anymore. Keep it together. Keep. It. Together.
The mantra pounds my blood, even as my dick throbs against her hip. Harder still, as she glides her touch across me, a look of wonder in those blue-silver irises. My nipples stiffen for her. My abs tauten, cinching in my breath.
Go lower. Oh fuck… don’t go lower.
I seize my sole moment of self-control, grabbing her wrist, slowly lowering it to the floor on her other side. With our stares still latched, I rasp, “You know what they say about turn-about…” Actually, I’m not sure if she knows—but the anticipation of what she’ll transform it into already enchants my mind, and takes my cock along for the ride.
“Mmmm.” She lifts a modestly flirty look—quite possibly the only woman on the planet who can . “That is one I know.”
Her start-and-stop sigh finishes it—as I yank on the ribbon enclosure of her top, baring her breasts to my view.
And what a fucking view.
She’s more exquisite than I imagined. Round, firm, and full, with flesh a shade paler than the parts of her that get year-round Arcadian sun…a perfect contrast to the sweet strawberries of her nipples, jutting from dusky, tight areolas. They pucker right before I lean in, worshipping her with soft nips and licks, until she’s writhing beneath me—
And then I use my teeth.
“Oh! By the powers! Cassian .”
I palm the breast I’m attending. Constrict it a little, forcing more blood into her throbbing tip, before I bite again. As she screams, I suckle away the pain. When I shift to her opposite peak, she mutters something in Arcadian and drives her hand through my hair, forcing my mouth down harder.
It drives me crazy. In all the good ways.
Too many ways.
I reach up, snaring her hand again. Swing it over her head, until it’s pinned to the floor there. In the same violent sweep, I thoroughly embed my thighs against hers. Push up, notching the bastard
“Mishella Santelle…it is you who have rescued me .”
*
Cassian
What the fuck have you done ?
My head machetes me with the words. My gut gladly joins in.
But my heart and my soul have never felt more perfect. Yeah…for the first time in my life, perfect and petrified are happy pals, powering their way into the arms that crush around her, the body that fits against hers…
The cock that swells between us.
“ Cassian .” Her whisper is high and ragged, verbally interpreting the tears that hovers so beautifully in her eyes. I gaze hard into their glimmer, willing the wetness to break free. To cleanse me, rescue me all over again. To grant me permission for what I’ve been craving since the moment my skin first touched hers, during that formal reception back on Arcadia. She knows it too. I see it in the quiver of her lips, in the choppy pulse in her neck, in the little trembles of her fingers, all ten raising up, bracing my jaw.
Finally, they thicken, brim…and escape.
My perfect invitation.
I crash my mouth back down.
Invade hers without hesitation. Claim her without compunction. Kiss her like she’s my last fucking breath.
As our mouths continue to chase and tease and caress and conquer, our bodies slide all the way to the floor. When we break apart for air, I drag my gaze open to feast again on the sight of her, now awash in the glow of the streetlights and the moon. She’s wearing a light blue sleep set tonight, coaxing out dazzling sparks of silver in the stare she returns to me. My beautiful gift .
I dip in, kissing her once more. With reverence this time.
With thanks.
When her fingers caress down to my chest, I don’t feel so reverent anymore. Keep it together. Keep. It. Together.
The mantra pounds my blood, even as my dick throbs against her hip. Harder still, as she glides her touch across me, a look of wonder in those blue-silver irises. My nipples stiffen for her. My abs tauten, cinching in my breath.
Go lower. Oh fuck… don’t go lower.
I seize my sole moment of self-control, grabbing her wrist, slowly lowering it to the floor on her other side. With our stares still latched, I rasp, “You know what they say about turn-about…” Actually, I’m not sure if she knows—but the anticipation of what she’ll transform it into already enchants my mind, and takes my cock along for the ride.
“Mmmm.” She lifts a modestly flirty look—quite possibly the only woman on the planet who can . “That is one I know.”
Her start-and-stop sigh finishes it—as I yank on the ribbon enclosure of her top, baring her breasts to my view.
And what a fucking view.
She’s more exquisite than I imagined. Round, firm, and full, with flesh a shade paler than the parts of her that get year-round Arcadian sun…a perfect contrast to the sweet strawberries of her nipples, jutting from dusky, tight areolas. They pucker right before I lean in, worshipping her with soft nips and licks, until she’s writhing beneath me—
And then I use my teeth.
“Oh! By the powers! Cassian .”
I palm the breast I’m attending. Constrict it a little, forcing more blood into her throbbing tip, before I bite again. As she screams, I suckle away the pain. When I shift to her opposite peak, she mutters something in Arcadian and drives her hand through my hair, forcing my mouth down harder.
It drives me crazy. In all the good ways.
Too many ways.
I reach up, snaring her hand again. Swing it over her head, until it’s pinned to the floor there. In the same violent sweep, I thoroughly embed my thighs against hers. Push up, notching the bastard
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