An Arrogator's Dominance (ON HOLD)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

His scent was all over me, washing away everything that I couldn’t remember.  A sense of calm came over me, and everything seemed right in the world.  Nothing could go wrong in the darkness here, the soft material beneath me a sigh of content on my back.

There was a small pressure on my lips, soft and confident, parting them, and moulding them against a textured silk.  I sighed, tasting the sweet tang of a similar action in my mouth.  It felt nice, a tender caress on my plump flesh, my senses drowning in that sweet breath that fanned all over my face.  Into my mouth.

My oxygen was cutting short, but exactly at that moment the warmth disappeared from my mouth and transferred to my jaw, wind tickling my ear.  A moan escaped my mouth and I felt something shift above me, pressing down on me.  I felt engulfed in pleasant warmth, revelling in the hard quality of the form embracing me, shivering when something ran up both my thighs.

Not able to resist, I brought my hands up, curious to feel the form above me.  My fingers encountered something smooth and warm, altogether hard and firm.  The skin warmed even more beneath my palms and I ran them higher, discovering broad shoulders and a muscled neck.

The lips that had been nuzzling behind my ear stopped when I moved my hands over his skin, his breathing speeding up as I touched the first baby hairs at the back of his neck.  Marvelling at their silky texture, I wrung my hands in them, liking at how soft it was, like down.

His lips left my neck and appeared back on my mine, pressing more firmly, taking my breath away when his tongue probed my lower lip.  I opened my mouth and he swept inside, caressing my tongue with his.  Slowly, leisurely, he made my heart pound excitedly, shivers squirming over my skin.

His lips were soft and hot, altogether masculine-thin and wet.  Everything was spicy sweet to my senses, making me slightly dizzy, as if I was drunk on him.

We broke away for air, but still, his lips were only millimetres away, brushing lightly against mine.  Teasing me.

“Azalea,” he whispered, his breath making my pulse flutter.  I felt him smile against my lips when he heard it.

It had to be my name he was saying.  My eyes cracked open, only to be met by darkness.  I blinked slowly, my eyes taking a long time to adjust.  He brushed his lips against mine again, and I closed my eyes and sighed.

Opening them once more, I found that my vision was finally clear enough for me to see the shadow of his face.  His eyes seemed to be glowing slightly, his irises soft with the colour of crushed spring leaves, captivating me into a stupor.

“Azalea.”  His voice was deep and rough, vibrating through me, enchanting me.

“Yes?”  My voice was strangely husky, bordering on gravely.  When the word left my throat, it burned, my vocal cords throbbing with a sting.  I tried clearing it but winced with pain, and for a second the moment was shattered.

His fingers parted through my hair, running along my scalp until he reached the back of my head.  He gripped the thick hair, tilting my head up, running his nose right under my ear, inhaling deeply.  My bones melted, letting him take control, pulling strings from deep within my body.