Читать книгу Butterfly Swords - Jeannie Lin, Jeannie Lin - Страница 12

Ryam wove his fingers into Ailey’s hair. Her lips parted the moment he touched his mouth to hers. Back in familiar territory.

He dragged his lips over hers until she moaned and yielded against him. No more questions from her. No more thinking at all.

It was as natural as breathing to wrap his arms around her and lower her to the ground. He settled his weight against her hips. The perfume of her skin mixed with the damp scent of the moss beneath them. At some point, her sense of propriety would win over. Until then he let his body flood with raw desire. It felt good to kiss her the way he wanted to. It felt damn good.

He slipped his tongue past her lips to where she was warm and smooth and inviting. Her hands clutched at his shirt as she returned his kiss. A muted sound escaped from her throat. He swallowed her cry, using his hands to circle her wrists: rough enough to make her breath catch, gentle enough to have her opening her knees, cradling his hips with her long legs. He stroked himself against her, already hard beyond belief. He groaned when she responded, instinctively pressing closer.