Can Yaman International Presents: Moonstone

Chapter 7: "Wild Kiss"

At the end of Chapter 6:  I closed my eyes in surrender and twisted his shirt in my hands trying to anchor myself. I had the fleeting thought that I had just made a deal with the devil. I would be devoured, consumed in this fire I felt beginning to burn between us, and in the aftermath, there would be no going back. I felt lightheaded and my lungs were burning. "Breathe, little love. Breathe," he whispered. I took a gasping breath before he crushed his mouth to mine.

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"In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said." ~ Pablo Neruda.

Sanem:

At last... what began as a hard meeting of lips soon became tender as he brushed his mouth on mine in a feather-light kiss. The slight pressure of his hand in my hair was a pleasant counterpoint to the gentleness of his lips. He sucked my lower lip and then bit it softly. I felt the pleasure he took in this action like an echo. I trembled as the twin sensations, both mine and his, assaulted me. He lifted his head and looked at me in awe.

"I had no idea it could be like this," he whispered. He nipped my upper lip this time and again a rush of shared warmth glided over my body.

I felt my fingers tingle like they did when I used my peculiarities but forgot all about it when Can continued to explore my lips. I wrapped my hands around his neck and slid them into his beautiful hair, scraping my nails over his scalp, feeling impatient. He groaned when I did this. So, I did it again as he kissed the corners of my mouth. His tongue swept over the seam of my parted lips and dipped inside. My whole body tightened in response and I moaned and ceased to be me. My pleasure was his and his pleasure was mine. The friction between our mouths and our bodies built into a frenzy of need in both of us. The kiss turned feral. I wanted to crawl into him and press myself down on him. My body was desperate for something only he could give me.

In one feverish move, I found myself under him with his hard body covering me. His hand slipped down my leg and hiked my thigh up to his waist. I gasped into his mouth and my tongue entwined with his. His hips began a slow rhythm, making tight circles and pressing down where I ached for him. Our bodies were pushed so tightly together that I didn't know where he ended and I began.

He lifted his mouth from mine and stared at my lips, swollen from his kisses. "You're so beautiful, I can hardly stand it. I'm already so addicted to you. Your scent, your skin, the taste of you." He ran his tongue down my neck to my collarbone and inhaled deeply.

"I should take you now. Make you mine in truth," he whispered heatedly against my neck. His voice had become so deep and gravelly it was almost unrecognizable. One hand was caressing the back of my thigh. With his other hand tangled in my hair, he pulled my head back and exposed my neck to his roaming lips.

"Would you let me?" he murmured against my skin. "I would make it so good for you so you would never leave me. I would bond you to me with passion. Make you mine that way forever."

His lifted his head and slanted his mouth across mine. He gave me a kiss so carnal and full of passion that I rocked my hips up into him, seeking relief from the irresistible sensations.

"I've never done this before," I said breathlessly when he finally took a breath.

"What?" He stilled completely.

"I've never done this before. I've never been really kissed before tonight," too dazed to notice how still he went.

Awareness crept into his eyes, now back to their normal color. In one of his disconcertingly fluid and lightning-fast moves, he lifted his body off of mine and sat at the edge of the chaise with his back to me.