Desire Me

Chapter Fifty- Eight (Ignite Me)

And I want to take my time.

My mouth moves down to his neck and he gasps, and I breathe in the scent of his skin, take in the taste of him and I run my hands down his chest, kissing my way across and down the line of his torso. He keeps trying to reach for me, keeps trying to touch me, and I have to tell him to stop.

"Please," he says, "I want to feel you-"

I gentle his arms back down. "Not yet. Not now."

My hands move to his trousers. His eyes fly open.

"Close your eyes." I have to tell him.

"No." He can hardly speak.

"Close your eyes."

He shakes his head.

"Fine."

I unbutton his trousers. Unzip.

"Juliette," he breathes. "What-"

I'm pulling off his pants.

He sits up.

"Lie down. Please."

He's staring at me, eyes wide."

He finally falls back.

I tug his pants off all the way. Toss them to the floor.

He's in his underwear.

I trace the stitching on the soft cotton, following the lines on the overlapping pieces of his boxer-briefs as they intersect in the middle. He's breathing so fast I can hear him, can see his chest moving. His eyes are squeezed shut.

His head tilted back. His lips parted.

I touch him again, so gently.

He stifles a moan, turns his face into the pillows. His whole body is trembling, his hands clutching at the sheets. I run my hands down his legs, gripping them just above his knees and inching them apart to make room for the kisses I trail up the insides of his thighs. My nose skims his skin.

He looks like he's in pain. So much pain.

I find the elastic waist of his underwear. Tug it down.

Slowly.

Slowly.

The tattoo is sitting just below his hip bone.

hell is empty

and all the devils are here

I kiss my way across the words.

Kissing away the devils.

Kissing away the pain.

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He is so warm. So very warm, when my lips touch his skin.

An inferno. That's what he was.

That's what his passion was like.

And if he were an inferno.

Then I would blaze for him.

Giving back my passion tenfold.

I taste him, bringing my tongue to glide against his tattoo.

Aaron's hips slightly jerked at the touch.

I look up at him.

I met his jade eyes, no longer squeezed shut.

His fists clenched the bedsheets.

He's panting.

Watching.