Good Things Come in Threes
The air beside my chair shimmered and a delectable scent tickled my nose. Despite my dire thoughts, the sight of a long, leanly muscled form dressed in tight, black leather pants tucked into high black boots, and a swashbucklingly sexy white shirt made me smile.
As the air stopped shimmering a beautiful pair of clear-blue eyes, rimmed in midnight lashes scoured me with heat. A perfect pair of lips tipped up in the corners and the overhead light silvered the smooth length of thick black hair hanging just past a square, bristled jaw.
“Hello, my love.”
With those simple words, need slammed through me. Breath stalled in my lungs. My thighs tightened and my nipples peaked. “Hey, yourself.”
He leaned close, placing a hand on either side of me. Long, elegant fingers wrapped around the arms of my chair and lowered his lips to mine. As soon as we touched an inferno flared between us, built from the embers of an always-smoldering fire that needed only the merest encouragement to rage unchecked. The soft kiss quickly turned to a frenzied mating of lips. My hands lifted, twined in the heavy silk of his hair, and he reached beneath my thighs to lift me out of the chair.
The heat of his body called to mine, creating an answering lust that coiled hotly in my lower belly. My hands slipped down his throat, reveling in the bristled warmth beneath my questing fingers, and flattened over his smooth, golden chest. I pressed my palms into the hard buds of his nipples, enjoying the soft growl of encouragement my touch incurred.
With a thought, he removed his clothing and mine, leaving only the thinnest wisp of air between our straining flesh. He settled my butt on the edge of my desk and stepped between my splayed thighs, nestling the rigid heat of his thick cock at my entrance.
My sexual core pulsed with anticipation, my belly tightening under the building need. Dialle’s hands slid from my knees up my thighs, and branded my hips with his scalding touch. His mouth slanted over mine, our tongues tangling with desperate need.
I groaned as he bit my lower lip, just hard enough to draw blood, and sucked the coppery essence away. “I need you, my queen. My body craves your touch.”