Kiss of Crimson by Samantha Coville (best love story novels in english txt) 📕

soaked into my body through the thin dress or if it was from my nerves. Was there really any difference? I had already slipped my high heels off because they were absolutely killing my feet. My ankle was screaming in protest and I was almost certain I had rolled it in the damned shoes.

What was taking so long? My mother had stopped Arden to speak to him in private, and it had felt like an eternity since then that I had been in my room waiting for him. The carrier boy had been rushed away to the doctor, but once I saw him in the brighter lighting of the mansion, I knew it wasn't good. I ached to have Arden in front of me so that I could know he was okay. I dreaded if my mother did something rash and took out her long boiling anger on him. She could do that later, after we had dealt with our more pressing concerns.

My door finally opened, and I halted my pacing, my arms falling to my sides. He stared back at me from the doorway and it all came crashing on me at once. The journey he and I had been on together was so short in the grand scheme of things. But I couldn't ignore the way I felt. The butterflies, the betrayal, the heartache, the questions, the lies, the glances, the dance…

It was like he could read my mind. He pushed the door shut behind him just before I ran at him and threw my arms around his neck, pushing my lips against his. He pulled me in close, his fingers finding their way to my hair, entangling themselves as we kissed. The tears streamed down my face as his lips left my lips and planted kisses on my cheeks, my chin, then my neck. I moaned as he left those tantalizing touches on my sensitive flesh. I didn't give a damn if my mother was on the other side of the door listening. Nothing was going to tear me from him in this moment.

His lips started a downward trail, and I became grateful for the immensely low plunging neckline of my dress. He grinned as he continued to kiss down my stomach in between my breasts. "You are so intensely beautiful."

My cheeks flushed red, and I locked eyes with him, my mouth shaped into a soundless gasp as his hand started rubbing upward on my leg through the slit in my skirt. I felt his fingers leaving a blazing heat as they traced higher up my thigh and rested on the edge of my panties.

In a blur, he stood and picked me up in his arms, lifting me off the ground. He threw me gently on the bed and reached under my dress, pulling my panties down to my ankles and helping me remove my feet from them. Where his fingers had been on my leg a second before, there was now his tongue. My breath caught in my throat as his mouth reached its destination. I couldn't hold back the moans as his tongue danced over my sensitive spots. I found my hand grabbing his head and holding it tighter against me.

He switched from that position far sooner than I wanted. But he quickly made up for it by flipping me over and tracing his fingers along the parts of my back that were exposed in the dress. He found the zipper and tantalizingly pulled it down, the sound and expectations sending electric shocks down my spine. The cold air against my skin didn't help to put out the heat that enveloped me. He made quick work of removing my dress and threw it in a pile on the floor. He stepped back, and I flipped myself back over as I watched him pull his shirt over his head, exposing his rippling abs. Next, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down with his boxers at the same time, exposing his engorged cock.

Arden was back on top of me, and I relished the feeling of our completely naked bodies pressed against each other. His mouth was back on mine and I could taste the bitter traces of my own juices on his tongue. I was surprised that I didn't entirely hate it. And then I felt it. His cock was there, waiting entrance below. I spread my legs open wider and our lips locked as he pressed forward.

The pressure was immense, and the first few thrusts made me squeeze my eyes tight. Arden could sense my displeasure, and he moved his tongue to flick across my erect nipples. I gasped for breath from the combination of sensations and my natural lubrication began to take effect, making the experience shift from painful to pleasurable. I moaned deeply and Arden's pace picked up. His lips clamped down on my nipples and I could feel his fangs graze them.

It felt like what I imagined standing on the beach was like, the waves of the ocean crashing against the shore over and over. I arched my back as Arden clutched me tighter and tighter with every thrust. The orgasm began to swell, to overtake me. I was no longer on the beach; I was in the water, under the wave. I was drowning in the feeling. And Arden pushed even deeper into me. My heart stopped as I rode the sensation. His own body, and his own orgasm, quivered inside me.

I want to say we spent hours going at it like that and that it was a night of immense passion. And while it was passionate, we were drained. As the orgasms faded away, I could feel my energy fade with it. The night had been a storm of emotions and sleep began to creep into my mind.

Arden watched my naked breasts rise and fall, struggling for air. He swept my ruined hairstyle out of my face and kissed me softly. He pulled out, and I felt empty. Like I