Page 19 of Dancing With Demons
I’m breathless and dizzy and exhilarated. I want more, and my whole body is trembling with the need to feel him, all of him.
“Much, much better,” I gasp out.
“Yeah?” His eyes trace down my neck, and as he seems to push through his own reservations, he moves my hair out of the way. “Do you think I could still help?”
I gasp as his lips brush along the skin, and I barely remember to respond. “Y-yes. I think I could still use some cheering up.”
Tolmond shifts, laying me back on the bed so that he’s hovering over me. “Are you sure, Piper? I don’t want you to feel like you have to give in to me. It’s just…”
I reach up and cup his face as his eyes gaze off, seemingly caught up in his own thoughts. “Tolmond, I’ve wanted you since the day we met. You have nothing to worry about.” His eyes light up, and he nods. I do my best to give him a flirty look as I say, “But I am feeling terribly sad again.”
He grins, brushing my hair out of his way. “Let me help with that.”
And he descends on my neck, working his way down with soft kisses. When he reaches the base, his teeth graze over the soft skin there, and my back arches as a gasp escapes me. “Oh.”
He chuckles against my skin. “Give over to it, sweet girl. I want tohearhow you feel.”
Working his way back up my sensitive neck, Tolmond bites harder, teasing my threshold and seeing what I like. I do as he asks, letting little moans escape me as he finds the best spots.
I rub my thighs together as he comes back up to my mouth, and he looks at me with a mischievous grin. “I can’t wait to see how the rest of you responds.”
I throw my arms around his neck and pull him down to me, crushing our lips together and I moan when his hand grips my hips. I try to thrust or grind, desperately needing friction there but he doesn’t let me have it.
Instead, he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, taking his time to claim, and my mind spins when he leans over to kiss down the other side of my neck. I can barely think straight, and all I know is I want him.
I’m not sure how far this is going to go, but I’m ready for it. I need Tolmond.
I just hope he actually wants me, too.
10
Piper
“Tolmond,” I groan as he nibbles my neck. “Please.”
“Please what?” he presses, and I can feel the blush creeping up my cheeks. “Don’t be embarrassed to ask for what you want.” He nips farther down my collarbone. “I just need to know what it is, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want more of you.”
He goes lower, trailing a finger over my chest. When he crests over my nipple, I have to bite back a scream. “Where?”
“Everywhere,” I whine. Surely he must know that I am going crazy.
Tolmond reaches the hollow of my stomach, skimming across the skin there. “Tell me one thing, Piper.”
“I’ll tell you anything if you take my shirt off.” I blink, surprised at the words that just came out of me.
Tolmond only shakes his head as he chuckles. “That’s it. Tell me what you want.”
He pushes the fabric up my torso agonizingly slowly. His palms are pressed flat to my stomach, and he shifts so that he is straddling my hips as he pulls it up over my head. “Better?”
“No,” I hiss.
He trails his fingers back down my stomach, steering clear of my breast and the apex between my legs. He knows that they both need attention, and he’s purposely drawing this out. “Have you ever been touched, sweet girl?”
“N-no,” I gasp.
“Do you want me to touch you?”