The Tempting Touch Of Fire (Elemental Awakening, Book 1) (17 page)

I kept my eyes on him for a suspended moment and dipped my face towards that beautiful looking and sounding muscle, then leaned in and kissed his flesh.

It wasn't enough. I shifted closer, gripped him more tightly at his hips, and licked a line up the length of the muscle's ridge.

"Oh
Aetheros
," Theo breathed out above me. I think that meant I was doing this right.

So, I went back for more. This time, ignoring the shape of the ridge, how my tongue rolled over the side and slipped into the dip the muscles created, and instead let the flavour of Theo reach my tongue. He tasted salty, I was sure that was his sweat. Despite its origin, I liked it. It was him; all Mediterranean spice. I expected to taste his scent then. To me, Theo is sunshine and rosebuds, mixed with that Mediterranean spice. But his taste, although complementary to his scent, was not exactly the same.

But I liked it. I liked it so much I let a little moan come out from the back of my throat, licking and tasting, nibbling and nuzzling his skin. I tried not to think about what I was doing, I just tried to sink into the moment and let my body dictate the pace.

Once I'd had my fill of that muscle, I moved back, so I could taste the other side. He did have two of them, after all. But before I could move around his erection, which I think may have gotten bigger and angrier looking than before, he reached down and grasped me under my armpits then hauled me up his body so his lips could claim my mouth. Luscious skin rubbed against my skin the entire trip up to his lips. Ooh.

Kissing, though, I could do. We'd done this already. It was familiar, but also still so new to me that I felt like I was riding a fairground ride, spinning around and around, letting the world pass me, making me dizzy and light headed and wanting to smile.

"Never" - Theo breathed into my mouth, then kissed me deeply again - "have I" - kiss, tongue swirl around my tongue - "been so" - mouth crushed against mine, teeth pulling on my bottom lip - "turned on" - he groaned, my body pressed firmly into his, my head tipped to the side, so the kiss deepened - " by a kiss to a bloody muscle," he managed to finally finish.

I was smiling through the onslaught of his erotic and amorous kiss. Theo made me feel like a seductress, made me feel so sure of my effect over him. He made it all seem so natural, so beautiful and sensual. So right.

"
Oraia
," he breathed, pulling back and resting his forehead against mine. His eyes were shut, he had one hand wrapped in my hair at the back of my head, the other pressed firmly into my spine, pressing me against his hard body. "You stun me," he added. "You simply take my breath away."

His head came up and I saw it.
That
look. The one where he wishes I was born
Pyrkagia
. He quashed it quickly, banished it from his face and no doubt his mind as well, and kissed me passionately again on the lips.

"I need you," he moaned against me. "Please, Casey. Let me see you now."

And despite that look, or maybe because of it, I'm not sure, I let the last of my reserve go and I embraced the man before me, who I'd almost brought to his knees with just my touch. And I stepped back, letting him see me, while I slipped out of my shoes and socks, lowered my yoga pants and quickly removed my underwear completely.

For the first time in my life I stood before a naked man, completely naked myself.

We stared at each other. I'd already got a fine look at him, so my eyes were on his face as he took my body in. Wonder and reverence, gave way to a desperate hunger that matched my own. His eyes scanned my upper chest, taking time to note the painfully erect nipples stretching tight across my skin, then worked their way languidly down my frame. Over my flat stomach, my hips, my thighs, until he allowed himself to look at the curls between my legs.

His eyes shot up to mine and he smiled.

"Blonde," he said, licking his lips.

"I wasn't lying," I pointed out. Probably not the most romantic thing to say, but he'd obviously still doubted me so I felt it needed to be mentioned.

"No," he whispered, eyes back down on my most private place. "I don't know what you are, Casey Eden," he huskily announced. "But I want you."

My eyes closed briefly at his admission, but he wasn't done.

"And I'm afraid I may never want to give you up."

Such honesty at that moment was simply... astounding. And I had thought we'd laid ourselves bare by being naked. Nudity had nothing to do with baring your soul. It was simply removing an outer shell, nothing more. To truly see inside the person's heart, you needed a key. And Theo had just given me his.

His eyes came up to mine and I saw the pain that admission carried with it. I was not his to keep, as he was not mine. Even if I wasn't born
Gi
, I was
Gi
now and he wasn't. He may wish for me to be
Pyrkagia
, but that was a blind hope that could never be met. We were enemies, and we didn't want to be.

"Oh, Casey," Theo murmured. "I wish this wasn't so."

I could feel my tears threatening, my throat was constricting, any moment now I'd be a blubbering mess. Yet I had never experienced such a romantic moment as this in my entire life. Theo took the steps necessary to wrap me in his arms, he laid a kiss in my hair, his hands running in soothing circles across my skin. His warmth enveloped me in a welcoming blanket.

"Shhh, " he crooned, as a hitched sob escaped. "Please don't cry,
Oraia
. We have now, we have this moment. Would you pass up this chance to protect your heart? Or would grasp it with everything you have, so you don't miss an opportunity to feel... alive?"

I swiped at my eyes and looked up at him. He was right. There was no stopping this now. I wanted him. I
needed
him. Dear God, I was already in love with him. This was going to hurt so much, but I could
not
walk away.

"Make love to me," I whispered, in awe of the woman I had become.

"With pleasure," he husked, abandoning the idea of a shower and lifting me up in his arms to carry me from the room to my bed.

He lay me down as though I was a priceless treasure. For a moment, he just looked. The need to cover up under his perusal no longer existed. I watched him openly watching me, and I realised that I had absolutely no desire to thwart this moment. His moment to look at me unhindered by the covering of my arms.

"You are beautiful,
Oraia
," he murmured above me. "So beautiful I could stare at you all day."

My breaths picked up in pace. I think I'd spontaneously combust if he just stood there looking at me all day and didn't touch. I needed his hands, his body, his lips on me. But how to ask? My eyes searched his, begging him to see my desire in my gaze, but he was too consumed with other aspects of my body. His preoccupation made me smile. A sound escaped my lips, bringing his attention back to my face.

"Are you amused?" he asked, shifting to place one knee on the bed beside my body. The movement made me hungrily take in the way his muscles dipped and flexed. The skin smooth and tight across the ridges, the shadows between each rise making his body a sculpted work of art.

"I see what you mean," I said, absently. Theo cocked his head and arched an eyebrow at me. "I could look at you all day too." His smile was blindingly beautiful.

He lay himself down beside me and began running a finger lazily up my thigh, across my hip bone and over my stomach, to come to rest beneath my breasts, then go back down again. Every action he made was slow and purposeful, when my body was craving hard and fast. I'm not even sure what hard and fast meant, but I knew I wanted more than he was teasingly giving.

I squirmed beneath his touch and watched eagerly as he lowered his lips to my skin, kissing each one of my ribs from the bottom up to my breast. His finger was drawing circles just above my pubic hair, while his tongue and lips lavished attention on my chest. I wanted him to touch my breasts, my nipples. I arched my back without thinking, offering myself up on a platter for his tasting.

He made a sound so like purring it surprised me. My eyes flicked open and I saw the hungry look in his gaze just before his lips wrapped around one nipple.

Oh sweet heaven,
nothing
compare to this. Then his free hand wrapped around the neglected breast, full hot palm over its entirety. I moaned, it was an extremely erotic sound. And all he was doing was touching and kissing me. What would I do when he did more? His palm squeezed my breast, then his thumb and forefinger found my nipple and he rolled and pinched the peak. I cried out and rocked my hips for something I wasn't sure of, but
needed
.

"Shhh," he purred above my nipple. "I'll take good care of you,
Oraia
, but I have to get to know these two beauties first."

He shifted his weight so his upper chest was over mine and his lips could reach the nipple he'd been palming. His tongue swirled around the edge, soothing the sting of the pinches he'd made and then he sucked the tip into his mouth hard. I felt the firmness of his erection pressing against my hip, letting me know he was as into this as much as me.

I think I was going to fall apart from this alone. My hand snuck down my stomach and reached between my legs before I could stop it. My mind was misfiring, working on automatic pilot. I was so turned on and craving contact at my core, I was prepared to embarrass myself to get it. I didn't realise he'd replaced his mouth with his fingers again. I didn't realise he'd lifted his head to watch what I was doing with my hand. Until it was too late.

Just as I was about to come apart his hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled it away from my centre.

"For shame, Cassandra," he chided with obvious amusement. "You would deny me your first orgasm in my presence? I will gladly watch you play some other time, but tonight, my first with you, your orgasms are all mine."

Heat washed up my body, turning everything pink. His eyes came up to my face and he growled.

"You misunderstand me,
Oraia
. If I see you come apart from your touch right now I will spill myself right here. I am barely in control as it is." His face dipped down and he kissed me soundly, making my body relax with each swirl of his tongue, nibble of his teeth, moan from his mouth.

By the time he broke the kiss I was languid and his hand was between my thighs, stroking one solitary finger up through my wet folds.

"I need to prepare you for me, little
Gi.
I'm going to taste you here. Drink you down. Are you ready?"

Was I ready? For him to kiss me
there
?

I nodded, noticing my eyes felt as wide as saucers in my face right then. My heart thundered like a freight train in my chest. I felt alive, but as though at any minute the world would stop... and me with it.

Theo shifted himself between my legs, gently nudging my thighs apart. I felt so exposed to him, so bare.
So needy.
His hands ran up the inside of my legs, as he knelt between them taking all of me in. Gold splashed the room from his half lidded eyes. A snarl of hunger reached his lips and then in lightning speed he settled himself down on his stomach and dipped his face to the apex of my thighs.

The first stroke of his hot tongue sent a bolt of exquisite bliss right through me. I'd been wrong before. Nothing compared to
this
. I lifted off the bed and felt his hands grasp my hips firmly and pull me down the sheets onto his face. His palms wrapped around each butt cheek as he raised me for the perfect angle to devour my core. Without conscious thought my legs lifted to lie above his shoulders, making my thighs spread further apart for easier access.

I had never considered I'd be so immodest. In all my daydreaming - and I admit, Theo had appeared in them exclusively over the past year - I never, ever saw myself as the woman who openly begged for more. I could hardly flirt with the man, but then, he'd been the only one to ever make me flirt at all. I realised, I'd always been taking risks with Theo, I'd always been stretching beyond my preconceived notion of who and what I was. Theo made me want more, gave me courage to seek it, and then rewarded me whenever I did just that. I had trusted Theo for a long time, and I hadn't even realised I did.

His tongue lay a wet trail up my centre, then flicked around my sensitive nub. I writhed back against him, rocking my hips, telling him I wanted more. The sounds he was making were encouraging, delicious and entirely wicked. He was savouring me. There was no other word for it. He was tasting and licking and devouring me in a way that made me believe he would remember it all.
Savour
it all for eternity.

I'd had orgasms before, of course. Self induced and well enjoyed. But this was something entirely different. This deserved another word. Orgasm was too perfunctory, and appropriate for what I'd given myself. But what Theo was building in me now was a tsunami, a perfect storm brewing inside. The power of its release was going to shatter me. I knew it. I was slightly in awe of it already. But, by God, I couldn't wait for it to come.

I sought it greedily, lifting my hips and rubbing against his mouth and chin, seeking the delicious friction, that little bit extra, to send me over the edge. Just when I thought I'd never make it with his tongue and teeth and lips alone, he slipped one finger inside.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

His finger pumped steadily, swirled to widen my channel, flicked at a certain spot inside that I assumed was the infamous G Spot, and then pulled back just as I was about to unleash an ecstatic wave of joy.

"You're so tight,
Oraia
. So delightfully tight," he murmured against my thigh.

"Theo," I begged, it sounded utterly breathless. "More," I pleaded.

He muttered something in Greek, then started moving his finger in earnest. Thrusting as I imagined his erection would thrust inside of me. I wanted him, his arousal not his finger. I wanted more than he was giving, I wanted what he was promising me, but I didn't have breath enough to ask. The tsunami was getting closer, his encouraging sexy, but so dirty words against my thigh fuelled the wave, made it grow to impossible heights, threatening to tear me apart at any second.

The orgasm washed through like the tidal wave I'd imagined it would be. I called out Theo's name, thrashed beneath his tongue and mouth, rode his finger as though I'd done it a million times before, and distantly heard my whimpered cries of release.

It was...
unbelievable
. I shook with endorphins, I shuddered beneath his delicate kisses as he rose up my body. Every inch of skin his fingers brushed sent waves of delight coursing through me. I panted for breath, desperate to fill my lungs and slow my heart, but unable to control my reaction at all.

"I'd wait," Theo murmured against my ear, making me concentrate reluctantly on something other than the bliss that was slowly fading from my core. "But you are so very tight,
Oraia.
Although I did prepare you as best as I can. Even so, this may hurt a little. I am sorry."

The last of the bliss faded completely, as Theo settled his hot body over mine. My hips had to spread wider still to allow him adequate space between them. My heart leapt into my throat and Theo paused, his erection at my entrance, his muscular arms flexing slightly at the side of my head as he held his body aloft.

"It will be worth it, sweet little
Gi.
Do you want me to influence you through the first few moments?"

He meant use his
Stoicheio
to make me feel no pain at losing my virginity. I appreciated that he asked, that he held off from taking me to offer me a panacea to the coming pain. But I wanted to feel this. To feel the moment I gave Theo Peters something precious to me.

"No," I said, reaching up and running my fingers across his brow, moving the dark hair that had fallen forward, back. Brushing his face clear so I could see him. "I want to feel everything."

He made an erotic sound, wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me flush against the heat of his skin, while resting his upper weight on that elbow. Then he ran his other hand over my thigh, lifted my leg higher and wider and eased himself inside, just a little. I felt stretched beyond what his finger had done, but nothing my body didn't crave more of.

His head dipped down and his mouth claimed my lips in a kiss I soon was lost in. Then without warning he thrust his hips forward and broke through my barrier, sinking himself as deep as my body would allow. I cried out against his lips, but he kept kissing me through the pain, remaining buried, but unmoving.

Within moments the kiss claimed my attention again, all thought of the sharp stab, when he had seated himself fully, gone from my mind as I hungrily devoured his lips and mouth and tongue. My body started rocking on its own, my hips lifting to encourage movement from him. I needed friction, I needed something to ease the sweet ache that had replaced the pain of before.

"
Oraia
," Theo breathed above me, finally rocking his hips, starting a slow rhythm that made me moan and writhe beneath him. "Oh sweet
Oraia
," he murmured, kissing my cheeks and jaw and neck. "You are full of such beautiful Fire. I could live inside you, never want for anything more."

"Then don't stop," I begged beneath him, my hands devouring every inch of skin I could reach on his back, just as my lips were doing the same of his chest.